“Let the cab wait.” He turned to Unity as soon as the man had closed the door.
“It must be broken open, and at once. I 'll come with you and do it. I 'll take the responsibility.”
“Yes,” said Unity. “Let us know the worst.”
“I 'll go and fetch a couple of bunches of keys. We may find one to fit.”
He went out and soon afterward returned, the keys jingling in his pocket. Ripley was at the hall telephone as they passed.
“I 'm going up to Mr. Risca's,” said Herold.
In a few moments they were speeding across London. Unity sat very tense, her red hands clenched together till the knuckles showed white.
“The house first, and then Scotland Yard,” he said.
“We must know first,” she assented.
He glanced at her admiringly.