"I am to have no other answer from you, then, but this foolery?" he demanded, roughly.
"Why, yes!" she replied, graciously. "I have an answer ready for you. You are so abrupt. Listen to what I propose. We will go together to your office and see whether it is true that Mr. Weatherley has not returned. If he has really disappeared, and I think that anything which I can tell you will help, perhaps then I will do as you ask. It depends a great deal upon what you find in those papers. Shall we go now, or would you like to stay here a little longer?"
"We will go at once," he said firmly.
She sighed, and passed out of the door which he had thrown open.
"It is I who am a heroine," she declared. "I am coming down to Tooley Street with you. I am coming to brave the smells and the fog and the heat."
He handed her into the car. He had sufficiently recovered his self-control to smile.
"In other words," he remarked, "you mean to be there when I open the safe!"