“For instance,” Gaston continued, “this tale of King Charles and Buckingham.” He read it. “Now here is the scene as I picture it.” In quick elliptical phrases he gave the tale from a different stand-point.
Sir William stared curiously at Gaston, then felt for some keys in his pocket. He got up and rang the bell. Gaston was still talking. He gave the keys to Falby with a whispered word. In a few moments Falby placed a small leather box beside Sir William, and retired at a nod. Sir William presently said: “Where did you read those things?”
“I do not know that I ever read them.”
“Did your father tell you them?”
“I do not remember so, though he may have.”
“Did you ever see this box?”
“Never before.”
“You do not know what is in it?”
“Not in the least.”
“And you have never seen this key?”