"I will tell you," said Rendel, speaking with an effort.
"May I just ask you something first?" said Rachel hurriedly. "I want some foolscap paper for my father. He is so restless this morning, so impatient."
"It is in there—I told you, didn't I?" said Rendel, turning round and pointing to one of the drawers at the side of his table.
"In that drawer!" said Rachel. "How very stupid of me! I didn't think of that. I thought it was in the top part, and I could only get one sheet out of there."
"The top? Wasn't the top locked?" said Rendel quickly, his whole thought concentrated on the problem before him, and the part of the table must have played in the drama that affected him so nearly.
"Yes, it was," said Rachel smiling, "and I couldn't open it, but there was a little tiny corner of ruled paper sticking out, so I pulled it, and out it came."
Rendel started and looked at her.
"It is sweetly simple," she added.
"Yes," said Rendel, with an energy that surprised her. "It would come out quite easily, of course."