"That's it," replied Amaryllis. "Do let's go—please."
"Was there anything else?" he asked.
"Oh, do come away. I'm frightened," said the girl, imploring.
"So'm I—badly," said Dick, and rose to his feet.
The letters from Melchard's pocket were still in her hand. He took them, and picked out a white envelope with no writing on it. The wax seal had been broken.
He drew from it a sheet of paper, and unfolded it before her.
"That's the formula—it must be," said Amaryllis.
"Let's hook it, then," said Dick, buttoning the package and envelope into his hip-pocket, and slipping the rest of Melchard's papers into the side pocket of his own jacket, hanging loosely on Amaryllis.
As they crossed the hall he missed Ockley.
"My God!" he cried. "The black bloke's gone. Did you see him go—or hear him?"