I looked, but could find none.
"The oaken knob!" he cried, sharply, as to a clumsy servitor.
I could only see a rough knob in the wood-work, a little worm-eaten, and in the centre one hole a little larger than the rest.
"Put in the key!" commanded my father, making as if he would come out of bed and hasten me himself.
I thrust in the key, indeed, but with no more faith than if I had been bidden to put it into a mouse-hole.
Nevertheless, it turned easy as thinking, and a little door swung open, cunningly fitted. Here were dresses, books, parchments huddled together.
"Bring all these to me," he said.
And I brought them carefully in my arms and laid them on the bed.
The eye of old Dessauer fell on something among them and was instantly fascinated. It was a woman's waist-belt of thick bars of gold laid three and three, with crests and letters all over it.
The Chancellor put his hand forward for it, and my father allowed him to take it, following him, however, with a questioning eye.