"Where are they?"
"That's my business," said Beaumont, coolly sauntering to the door. "I'll fix up the necessary proofs, all you've got to do is, to tell a consistent story--I'll instruct you. By the way, you are quite sure Una Challoner, and that fool of an aunt, are out of the way?"
"Quite sure--they are in the oak parlour."
"No chance of their coming out?"
"None."
"Very good--then I can get what I want, without suspicion. Have you got the keys of the Squire's desk?"
"No, Dr. Nestley took them yesterday from the room, to give them to Miss Una."
"Confound it--has he done so?"
"I do not know."
"That's a nuisance," said Beaumont, reflectively; "I want to put the papers in the squire's desk and lock them up so that they may be found there in a natural manner. I must get those keys. Humph! never mind--I'll hit on some plan; when do the lawyers arrive?"