"Yes? Last night——?" Durham said as she stopped.
"Oh, it's nothing. Merely that he had some papers in his pocket and discovered they were there when he was upstairs."
"Do you know what he did with them?"
"Of course I do. He left them on the dressing-table. They are there now."
"Will you show them to me?"
"Mr. Harding, will you take him upstairs? The papers are by the looking-glass."
Durham followed Harding upstairs without a word. On the dressing-table a small packet of folded documents was pushed half under the mirror. Durham picked them up and glanced at them.
"Thank you," he said. "Now we will go down again."
"These are the papers you referred to?" he asked, as soon as they were in the dining-room.
"Yes," Mrs. Eustace answered.