She breathed hard, and attempted to speak, but it was some time before she could utter the expected words.
“Why don’t you speak?” he said in a rough whisper. “You have it safe?”
She nodded again.
“Where?”
“It—it is at—the hotel,” panted Mrs Hallam.
“Quite safe?”
“Yes.”
“Unopened?”
“Yes.”
“Thank God!”