"But will not to-morrow morning do? It is enough to have as many as these back without going through them so late at night."
"I shall not be here to-morrow."
"You are surely not going away—not until——"
"I shall not be here to-morrow," Durham repeated.
The tone in which he spoke stopped further discussion.
"We can check them in here—I will fetch the register," Harding said, as he rose and went to the office, returning in a few moments with the book.
While he and Wallace checked the notes with the list of those stolen, Durham sat at the end of the table in the same position he had first assumed.
"They are all here," Wallace said in a subdued voice, when the checking was complete. The presence of this grey-faced, silent, sad-eyed man was getting on his nerves.
"The gold and the things stolen from the bank will be here in a few minutes; Brennan is bringing them."
"And the deeds—Mrs. Burke's deeds? Have you no trace of them?"