Taking the keys of the strong-room from the cupboard, also certain other keys, as he had done once before within the knowledge of the reader, he proceeded to the strong-room, opened a certain safe in it, and took out the box inscribed “Lord Averil.” This he also opened, and examined its contents. Mr. George Godolphin was searching for certain bonds: or, making believe to search for them. Having satisfied himself that they were not there, he returned the box to its place, made all safe again, went back, and sat down to open the morning letters. Presently he called to a clerk.
“Has Mr. Hurde come?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Desire him to step here.”
The old clerk came, in obedience to the summons, taking off his spectacles as he entered to rub one of their glasses, which had got misty. George leaned his elbow on the table, and, resting his chin upon his hand, looked him full in the face.
“Hurde,” said he, plunging midway into his communication, which he made in a lone tone, “those bonds of Lord Averil’s are missing.”
The clerk paused, as if scarcely understanding. “How do you mean, sir? Missing in what way?”
“I can’t find them,” replied George.
“They are in Lord Averil’s box in the strong-room, sir, with his other papers.”
“But they are not there,” replied George. “I have searched the papers through this morning. Hurde, we have had some roguery at work.”