"What were they?"
"B, N, Z."
"Very good. We have heard from the counsel for the prosecution that they were so; and that Mr. Trevethick kept a memorandum of them on a piece of paper that fitted into his watch-case. Did he always carry that watch about with him?"
"Not always. When he went out to market, and was likely to be late, he sometimes left it at home."
"In his own room, I suppose, where you or any body else could get at it?"
"I suppose so, Sir."
"You suppose? You know he did, do you not? Did you not open the watch-case yourself, and so discover the means of unlocking the box?"
"No, Sir," said Harry, faintly; and once more she turned her eyes to Richard. It was a true and tender glance, one would have said, and accompanied by an attempt at a smile of encouragement. But if it had been a glance of a gorgon, it could not have had a more appalling effect; it literally seemed to turn him into stone.
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"Recollect yourself, Miss Trevethick," said Mr. Balais, earnestly; "you are getting confused, I fear. Now please to give me your attention. You say that you knew that the letters B, N, Z were those which formed the key of the letter padlock, and yet that you did not open your father's watch-case. How, then, did you become possessed of the secret?"