The chief accountant laughed. Cabinet-makers do not generally know young ladies of position; and this was such a remarkably cheeky young workman.
They took with them four stout fellows from those who toss about the casks of beer. The safe was one of the larger kind, standing three feet six inches high, on a strong wooden box, with an open front—it was in the corner next to Josephus' seat. Between the back of the safe and the wall was a space of an inch or so.
"I must trouble you to change your seat," said the chief accountant to Josephus, "we are about to move this safe."
Josephus rose, and the men presently, with mighty efforts, lugged the great heavy thing a foot or two from its place.
"Will you look, sir?" asked Harry. "If there is anything there, I should like you, who know the whole story, to find it."
The chief stooped over the safe and looked behind it. Everybody was now aware that something was going to happen; and though pens continued to be dipped into inkstands with zeal, and heads to be bent over desks with the devotion which always seizes a junior clerk in presence of his chief, all eyes were furtively turned to Josephus' corner.
"There is a bundle of papers," he said. "Thank you."
Harry picked them up and placed them in his hands.
The only person who paid no heed to the proceedings was the most concerned.