"Well, those papers must be found. Once in our hands, we are safe enough for the present; but until we find them, we are not so secure. However, I have no doubt but that they are secreted somewhere about his room. Have you seen Belknap to-day?"
"Only at the inquest. Curse that fellow; I wish we were rid of him entirely."
"I wish we were rid of his claim; but it must be paid somehow."
"Somehow!" echoing the word, mockingly.
"That is the word I used. I must borrow the money."
"Indeed! Of whom?"
"Of Constance Wardour."
"What!"
"Why not, pray? Am I to withdraw because you have been discarded? Why should I not borrow from this tricky young lady? Curse her!"
"Well!" rising slowly, "she is under your roof at this moment. Strike while the iron is hot. Have you anything more to say to-night?"