“I will show it you in a moment if you will give me the will,” he said.
“I fear the will has been stolen,” she rejoined.
“Stolen?” he ejaculated.
“Yes; I wished to refer to it last evening, but could not find it.”
“Had you put it in a safe place?”
“I put it in one of the drawers of this escritoire. The drawers were all locked, but the will was gone!”
“Have you examined the drawers to-day?” asked Carteret.
“I have not, because I consider further search completely useless.”
“I should like to satisfy myself before making inquiries,” said Carteret.
Mrs. Calverley unlocked the top drawer, and opened it, and had no sooner done so, than Mr. Carteret sprang forward, exclaiming: