Eustace raised his wife from her kneeling position.
"You must not come in here now, Jess," he said. "Go and learn, as nearly as you can, what has been taken from the house. Harding and I must send word to the head office."
He led her from the room and closed the door after her.
"We shall have to use the code, I suppose," Harding said, as he returned. "If you will read out the words, I will write them."
Eustace sank into his chair again and sat staring blankly in front of him.
"Come, come, old chap," Harding exclaimed, as he laid his hand on his manager's shoulder. "Don't give way. There's a mystery in all this. We shall want all our wits to clear it up as it is; don't make it worse."
Eustace raised his head.
"But who can have done it, Harding? Who can have done it? Every place locked up and yet the money has gone! No one knew all that gold was here."
"You and I knew it."
"My God! You don't mean——" Eustace cried as he sprang out of his chair. "You don't——"