“But I have not got my keys.”
“You forget your keys are on your watch-chain.”
“Ah, to be sure, so they are. You won’t turn round on me when you get them, will you, Anne?”
“Why should I turn on you? I wish to get the letters, and, if I can, to have done with you.”
He went with a somewhat hesitating step to the iron safe in the corner of the room and opened it. The he opened the subdivision and rummaged about there for a while. At last he looked up.
“It is very curious, Anne,” he said, in a half-frightened voice, “but I can’t find them.”
“George, give me those letters.”
“I can’t find them, Anne, I can’t find them. If you don’t believe me, come and look for yourself. Somebody must have taken them.”
She advanced and did as he said. It was evident that the letters were not there.
“Once before when you were ill you hid them. Where have you hidden them now?”