“Your servants are moving about in the house,” he remarked. “I think that we might consider our vigil at an end.”
Monsieur de Lamborne rose with alacrity.
“My friend,” he said, “I feel that I have made false pretenses to you. With the day I have no fear. A thousand pardons for your sleepless night.”
“My sleepless night counts for nothing,” the Baron assured him, “but, before I go, would it not be as well that we glance together inside the safe?”
De Lamborne shook out his keys.
“I was about to suggest it,” he replied.
The ambassador arranged the combination and pressed the lever. Slowly the great door swung back. The two men peered in.
“Untouched!” De Lamborne exclaimed, a little note of triumph in his tone.
De Grost said nothing, but held out his hand.
“Permit me,” he interposed.