“Your grandfather’s safe deposit!” said Westenhanger.
As Rollo came forward, the engineer dipped his hand into the drawer.
“Some loose things on top. Will you take them, please? Let’s see. A diamond pendant. . . . A jewelled collar, isn’t it . . . ? And this. . . . Here’s something else. . . . There are one or two more, I think, further back in the drawer.”
He stretched his arm into the cavity, felt about for a few moments, then grasped something. His voice changed as he turned round with it in his hand.
“The real Talisman, Mr. Dangerfield!”
Chapter XV
Eileen Cressage watched the old man eagerly stretch out his hand and take the armlet from Westenhanger’s fingers.
“What do you mean, Conway?” she exclaimed. “The real Talisman? Why, you saw the real Talisman put into that safe over yonder not three days ago by Mr. Dangerfield himself. How do you come to have it here?”
For once, Rollo Dangerfield was so moved as to forget his courtesy.
“Is it the real thing?” he asked Westenhanger, with anxiety obvious in his tone.