"Well, we know what's in the strong room," I said.
"Yes—but——" There was a sound.
"To your door," said I. "Quick, man."
Lane sped along the corridor to his station, and just as he reached it a door opened and Princess Alix emerged. She hesitated for a moment and then came towards me. It was bitterly cold, and she was clad in her furs. She came to a pause near me.
"I could not sleep, and it is early yet," she said. "Are you expecting danger?"
"We have always to act as if we were," I said evasively.
She was examining my face attentively, and now looked away as if her scrutiny had satisfied her.
"Why has this man never made any attempt to get the safes?" she asked next.
"I wish I knew," I replied, and yet in my mind was that strange piece of information I had just had from Lane. Who had stolen the key?
The Princess uttered a little sigh, and, turning, began to walk to and fro.