"I thought that was implied. If you need them, I'll get them for you, Don. Do you want them?"
She got up and went toward the safe where she had put them; suddenly she stopped. What it was that she had felt under his tone and manner, she could not tell; it was probably only irritation at having important work taken out of his hands. But whatever it was, he was not openly expressing it—he was even being careful that it should not be expressed. And now suddenly, as he followed and came close behind her and her mind went swiftly to her father lying helpless upstairs, and her father's trust in her, she halted.
"We must ask Father first," she said.
"Ask him!" he ejaculated. "Why?"
She faced him uncertainly, not answering.
"That's rather ridiculous, Harry, especially as it is too late to ask him to-night." His voice was suddenly rough in his irritation. "I have had charge of those very things for years; they concern the matters in which your father particularly confides in me. It is impossible that he meant you to take them out of my hands like this. He must have meant only that you were to give me what help you could with them!"
She could not refute what he said; still, she hesitated.
"When did you find out those matters weren't in your safe, Don?" she asked.
"Just now."
"Didn't you find out this afternoon—before dinner?"