He sat down on the edge of the bed beside her. She was still trembling violently. He took her hand in his and held it tightly.
"He had a key. I do not know where he obtained—"
"Skeleton key, such as burglars use. By Jove, what a wonderful burglar he would make! Courage, Miss Cameron! He will be here soon. Then comes the real adventure,—my part of it. I didn't come here to-night to get any flashy old crown jewels. I came to take you out of—"
"You—you know about the crown jewels?" she murmured. Her body seemed to stiffen.
"Very little. They are nothing to me."
"Then you know who I am?"
"No. You will tell me to-morrow."
"Yes, yes,—to-morrow," she whispered, and fell to shivering again.
For some time there was silence. Both were listening intently for sounds in the hall; both were watching the door with unblinking eyes. She leaned closer to whisper in his ear. Their shoulders touched. He wondered if she experienced the same delightful thrill that ran through his body. She told him of the man who watched across the hall from the room supposed to be occupied by Loeb the secretary, and of Sprouse's incomprehensible daring.
"Where is Mr. Curtis?" he asked.