Claude saw his father hold the documents over the fire a few moments and then drop them into it.
As they caught fire the door opened and Opal came in.
Her face was white and she was agitated.
Perry Lamont pointed in silence at the hearth and looked toward his daughter.
Opal sprang to the fire and bent forward.
“Did you get it?” she asked, looking at her brother.
Claude said nothing.
“Did you have any trouble?”
“Some.”
“You paid him well for that service, didn’t you?” she inquired of her father.