"What's the trouble?" he asked, eying Carrington suspiciously.
Carrington answered him icily. "I left some legal documents of great value in this safe; they are no longer there."
Cavenaugh's jaw dropped. He stared at Kate, then at Norah. If ever there was written on a face unfeigned dismay and astonishment, it was on the millionaire's. A moment before Carrington would have sworn that he was guilty; now he knew not what to believe. He grew bewildered. There had certainly been a burglar; but who was he?
"Mr. Carrington," said Cavenaugh, pulling himself together with an effort, "you need have no worry whatever. I will undertake to restore your documents. I offer you no explanations." He left them abruptly.
The young lawyer concluded to grope no longer. Somebody else would have to lead him out of this labyrinthine maze. All at once there came to him a sense of infinite relief. Providence had kindly taken the matter out of his hands.
"Never mind, Kate," he said. "For my part, I should be entirely satisfied if I never saw the miserable thing again."
"Father will find it for you." Her eyes were dim with tears of shame.
"What is it, girl?"
"Nothing that I can explain to you, John. Good night."
When he had gone to his room, Norah turned to her sister and sobbed on her breast.