George Richmond entered the library and turned on the light.
There he looked around the room, but did not see any one.
Claude was not at home.
Richmond would have started if he could have seen the woman who all the time was closely watching him.
Bristol Clara, Carter’s friend, was on the alert, and, having seen him come in, was looking at him through the secret crack.
All at once Richmond started up.
“What a fool I am,” he said. “Why didn’t I think of it before? I forgot to look under the hearth—the very place an old woman like her would hide precious papers.”
He threw a hasty glance toward the door and was about to quit the house when he heard a step.
In another moment Claude Lamont stood before him.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” said Richmond.