"You must submit to a search," said the officer.
"Do you mean to insult me?" demanded Fairfax, assuming an air of outraged virtue.
"Not at all. I am only giving you a chance to clear yourself from suspicion."
"I am a respectable merchant from Portland. I was never so insulted in my life," said Fairfax.
"If the charge proves groundless, I will make you an ample apology," said the officer.
Fairfax was compelled to submit to the search. He cursed his stupidity in not throwing away the worthless pocketbook, but this he had neglected to do, and, of course, it was very significant evidence against him. Not only was this found, but the variety of keys already referred to.
"You carry a great many keys," said the officer.
"It isn't a crime to carry keys, is it?" demanded Fairfax, sullenly.
"Not if no improper use is made of them. I suspect that one of them will open the door into the next chamber."
The keys were tried, and one did open the door. As the light flashed into the room, Andy got up.