"Here in this house with me!"
"Mr. Santoine has to be a party to it—he's to draft it, I think. Anyway, he hasn't seen it yet—I know that. It is either here now, Hugh, or it will be here before long."
"You can't find out about that?"
"Whether it is here, or when it will be? I think I can."
"Where will it be when it is here?"
"Where? Oh!" The girl's eyes went to the wall close to where Eaton stood; she seemed to measure with them a definite distance from the door and a point shoulder high, and to resist the impulse to come over and put her hand upon the spot. As Eaton followed her look, he heard a slight and muffled click as if from the study; but no sound could reach them through the study doors and what he heard came from the wall itself.
"A safe?" he whispered.
"Yes; Miss Santoine—she's in there, isn't she?—closed it just now. There are two of them hidden behind the books one on each side of the door."
Eaton tapped gently on the wall; the wall was brick; the safe undoubtedly was backed with steel.
"The best way is from inside the room," he concluded.