"Will you tell me—where you—got it?" she asked hesitatingly.
"I found it—in the bush, lying unopened on the ground. By the marks on the ground someone had evidently been thrown from his horse, and this, I assume, had fallen from his pocket."
"No, Mrs. Eustace, it was in the bush miles away."
She gave a deep sigh of relief.
"Will you leave us for a few minutes now, if you please?" he repeated.
She inclined her head and went from the room.
As soon as the door was closed, Durham turned to Harding.
"I went to the bank for you," he said, "to ask you to come here. I am glad you are here already. I have an unpleasant task to perform. Will you give me your assistance?"
"Certainly," Harding answered. "What is it you wish me to do?"