“Come, come, try it now!” indicating a small iron safe in the far corner.
She went to it, and sinking to the floor with sinuous grace, she put her ear close to the dial plate and fell to manipulating the knob with light fingers; turning it back and forth very slowly and with extreme care.
And the Duke, leaning against the safe, watched her with eager eyes—could she do it?—if she could——
SHE FELL TO MANIPULATING THE KNOB WITH LIGHT FINGERS.
Mrs. Spencer sprang up.
“That was easy,” she said.
Lotzen reached over and seized the handle; the bolts snapped back and the door swung open.
With the first burst of impulse she had ever seen him display, he whirled and caught her in his arms.
“We will win now, my duchess!” he exclaimed, “we will win sure. No burglarious entry—no explosion—no flight; instead, the Duke of Lotzen and his Aide will go openly to the library, and then in a trice will we have the Book and be gone.... And I shall owe it all to you, dear—ma chérie duchesse.”