“No,” she said shortly.
“Mr. Trenter in, miss?”
“No.” Her eyes gleamed.
“Will Mr. Selsbury be away long—I wanted to see him about a job?”
“I don’t know when he will be back,” she said. “There are several men in the house: would you like to see one?”
His expression changed.
“No, thank you, miss.”
She closed the door on him and wondered when the Watch Dog would arrive.
There was still a lot of money in the safe. Those unaware of her obligations to Mr. Dempsi might imagine there was more.
Dempsi had wandered out of the room when she came in, and she went swiftly to the safe. It was one of those old-fashioned receptables that had, in addition to the combination, a further lock operated by a key. Gordon had once told her that the key was never used; he had once mislaid it and had to summon experts to open the door. She searched his writing-table, pulling out drawers (she opened them all without difficulty) and at last, in a small envelope inscribed gratuitously “Key,” she found what she sought.