“Not a soul!” Sir Robert’s tone was absolutely emphatic.
“Not to your knowledge perhaps, Sir Robert; but someone must certainly have known. Did anyone come into the room while Mr. Carling was engaged on them last night?”
“No one at all after I left.”
“He told you so?”
“Yes, and Thomson, my confidential servant, confirmed that.”
“Does Thomson know of the loss of the papers?”
“Yes. He is the only one of the servants who does know at present, though the others were questioned—all who were in and out of the room either last night or this morning. Although Carling was positive he placed the papers in the safe, I thought it possible he might have been mistaken, and that he left them on the table.”
“Has he ever made such a mistake before?”
The ghost of a smile flitted across Sir Robert’s stern face.
“No, but there would have been considerable excuse if he had been guilty of such carelessness last night. However, he declares that he did put them away, in the same envelope in which they were sent to me—an official one, printed with my name and address. He sealed it.”