Jimmy gathered up the papers, and carefully replaced them in the envelope. This he handed to Angel.
“Place this amongst the archives,” he said flippantly.
“Why not keep it here?” asked Angel in surprise.
Jimmy walked to one of the three French windows that opened on to a small balcony. He took a rapid survey of the street, then beckoned to Angel.
“Do you see that man?” He pointed to a lounger sauntering along on the opposite sidewalk.
“Yes.”
Jimmy walked back to the center of the room.
“That’s why,” he said simply. “There will be a burglary here to-night or to-morrow night. People aren’t going to let a fortune slip through their fingers without making some kind of effort to save it.”
“What people?” demanded the girl. “You mean those dreadful men who took me away?”
“That is very possible,” said Jimmy, “although I was thinking of somebody else.”