“I had better get you the keys,” he said. “Shall I come with you to the house?”
“No, thank you.”
“But the keys are heavy. I must send a messenger with you to carry them.”
“I will take them myself, please.”
“I warn you that they are heavy.”
“And I am strong.”
Mr Gray smiled.
“Wilful girl,” he said. He ceased to combat any more of my objections, and, walking across his office, opened an iron safe which was let into the wall. He pushed his hand far into the safe and took out a leather bag. There was a label on the bag which I could read.
“Geoffrey Rutherford’s keys” was written in clear type on the white label.
Mr Gray untied the label, placed it in the safe, and brought me over the bag.