“I recalled the incident distinctly, but something within me seemed to tell me to pretend ignorance about the package, to try and draw her out and find out what she was aiming at, so I said:
“‘I don’t remember any such incident.’
“Isabella Porter started and her face darkened.
“‘You don’t?’ she ejaculated, in a tone of annoyance.
“‘No,’ I replied. I was perfectly calm now, you see, and I had full command of my senses.
“Isabella eyed me closely, but I returned her gaze unflinchingly.
“Why I acted in this way I cannot tell. An unseen force seemed to be guiding me.
“‘What did you do with the contents of your safe?’ Isabella asked.
“‘When I sold the place,’ I replied, ‘I removed the contents of the safe. I placed the paper in a box and locked it up in the safe deposit vault. Since that time I have never looked at it,’ which was the truth.
“‘Then the package must be in your box,’ Isabella ejaculated, and her countenance brightened. ‘Mr. Wright, I want that package.’