No; back those notes should go to the bank. He opened the safe, and there was the wallet seated like an evil genius on the deed-box. He took it out and put it under his arm, locked the safe and left the room.
In the outer office all the clerks were busy, and Brownlow was in his room with the door shut.
Simon, with the wallet under his arm, walked out and passed through the precincts of Old Serjeants' Inn to Fleet Street, where a waft of warm summer, yet springlike, wind met him in the face.
PART II
CHAPTER I THE SOUL'S AWAKENING
He raised his head, sniffed as if inhaling something, and quickened his step.