“Yes, sir.”
“And the diamonds—the pearls?” said Katrine.
“Yes, my dear young lady, all are here.”
“And you have the keys?”
“I and Ramo, the deceased’s trusted servant.”
“But is—”
Artis was about to continue, “it safe to trust that man?” but, as he spoke, he glanced at Ramo, who was watching him.
“My guide is the series of rules written by Colonel Capel, sir,” said Mr Girtle, coldly.
“Can we see the jewels?” said Katrine.
“Yes; you can show us the treasure,” cried Artis, with a half-laugh. “As we two are to have nothing, we might be indulged with a peep.”