“I asked you if you had a key that would open it. I wanted to open it last evening in the office.”
“True.”
“You will see after a while that I was acting on the square. You can open it for yourself at your leisure.”
“How can I? I don’t know where it is.”
“Then I can enlighten you,” said Stark, maliciously. “When you go home, you will find it in a chest in your woodshed.”
Gibbon turned pale.
“You don’t mean to say you have carried it to my house?” he exclaimed, in dismay.
“Yes, I do. I had no further use for it, and thought you had the best claim to it.”
“But, good heavens! if it is found there I shall be suspected.”
“Very probably,” answered Stark, coolly. “Take my advice and put it out of the way.”