"Quite so," Durham replied in an unconcerned voice. "As I expected."
Harding stared at him in perplexity.
"But—but——" he stammered. "I don't understand it. I cannot—I cannot believe it of him."
Durham stood silent.
"Only a madman would have done such a thing, and Eustace is no more mad than I am," Harding added.
Still Durham said nothing.
"But if he had done such a thing, why did he remain here? Why not get away at the same time as he got the gold away? Surely——"
"Would you mind looking through the remainder of the drawers?" Durham interrupted.
Harding opened them one after the other, examined the papers they contained, and replaced them without making any further remark. The search was unavailing so far as private papers were concerned—all were connected with the bank. As Harding examined them, Durham stood beside the table without a word or a glance at the papers. When the last drawer had been opened, gone through, and closed, Harding turned to him.
"There is nothing here except what concerns the bank," he said.