Herrick's fingers closed firmly round the papers in question, and he slipped them into the inside pocket of his coat.
“They certainly will not be destroyed,” he replied. “I hold them in trust. But, tell me, why should I not show them to Sara? It seems to me the one obvious thing to do.”
Trent shook his head.
“No. Believe me, it could do no good, and it might do an infinity of harm.”
Herrick looked incredulous.
“I can't see that,” he objected.
“It is so, nevertheless.”
A silence fell between them.
“Then you mean,” said Herrick, breaking it at last, “that I'm to hold my tongue?”
“Just that.”