"Close office. Do all to assist the police. Wallace should arrive noon to-morrow."
He handed the message to Durham, who just glanced at it.
"Is she coming in here or not?" Durham asked.
"She is in the dining-room, and will see you there," Harding answered.
Mrs. Eustace was standing staring out of the window when they entered the room.
"I can tell you nothing. I know nothing more than I have already said," she exclaimed as she turned to meet them.
"If you will kindly answer my questions I will be obliged," Durham replied. "Can you tell me where your husband kept his private papers?"
"Yes, in his office—that is, as a rule."
"And when he did not keep them there, where were they?"
"Oh, he always kept them there, but sometimes he had some in his pocket. Last night——"