"It seems to me that there's a good deal more in this than is apparent," I said. "The safes were full, and the strong-room was secure. We are most of us witnesses to that. But what has happened? I think, Sir John, it would be well if we asked the—Mr. Morland forthwith if he has removed his property. He has a key."
"No, sir, I have not interfered," said the Prince emphatically. "I committed my property to the charge of this ship and to her officers. I have not interfered."
Barraclough and I looked at each other. Lane whistled, and his colour deepened.
"There, doctor, that's where I come in. I told you so. That's a give-away for me. I've got the other key—or had."
"Had!" exclaimed the Prince, turning on him abruptly.
"Yes," said Lane with sheepish surliness. "I was telling the doctor about it not long ago. My key's gone off my bunch. I found it out just now. Some one's poached it."
The Prince's eyes gleamed ferociously, as if he would have sprung on the little purser, who slunk against the wall sullenly.
"When did you miss it?" asked Barraclough sharply.
"Oh, about an hour and a half ago!" said Lane, in an offhand way.
"He has stolen it. He is the thief!" thundered the Prince.