“Did you make sure the door was locked last night?”
“Certainly. Is it not locked now?”
“Yes. It is. That is what makes it so strange.”
“Makes what strange?” I put in, really getting greatly puzzled.
“My money and my official papers are gone!” he blurted out.
At these words I felt a shiver pass up my back. For a flash it was as if my spine were in water. Then I pulled myself together.
“When did you have them last?” I asked.
“Just before I went to bed,” he answered.
“Then they must be here.”
In the meantime he had drawn the curtain back from the single candle that lighted the compartment and in that dim light we sat in opposite berths and glared at each other.