“Are they safe?”
“In the strong-room of a bank in London.”
“Are there many of them?” he said greedily.
“A trunk full.”
“Good! More than a hundred thousand francs for me, what?”
“Much more. But hurry up—unless you prefer to wait for me,” she said.
“No, no. I want to get away from here as soon as possible and as far as possible. But what about you?”
“I’m just going to make sure that there are no papers here which would be dangerous for us, and I’ll catch up with you.”
Dominique followed the others out through the window. At once Josephine ransacked all the drawers in the room, and finding nothing, hunted through the pockets of Ralph’s clothes.
She emptied his pocket-book out on to the table. It contained bank-notes, visiting cards and a photograph—the photograph of Clarice d’Etigues.