" Durham
interrupted.

Harding opened them one after the other, examined the papers they
contained, and replaced them without making any further remark. The
search was unavailing so far as private papers were concerned--all were
connected with the bank. As Harding examined them, Durham stood beside
the table without a word or a glance at the papers. When the last drawer
had been opened, gone through, and closed, Harding turned to him.

"There is nothing here except what concerns the bank," he said.

"You are sure he kept all his own papers here?"

"Quite sure. The first drawer I opened was full of them yesterday. He
had it out after the bank closed last night when I came in to give him
the cash balance."

"I will see Mrs. Eustace," Durham said shortly. "In the interests of the
bank I should like you to be present. Will you ask her to come in here?"

"Perhaps she would rather see you in the house."

"As she pleases--if you will ask her."

Harding found her sitting disconsolately in the dining-room and gave her
Durham's message.

"Very well, I'll see him--here--if you stay."

She spoke without moving her eyes.

"I will be here," he said as he left the room to call Durham.

In the office he found a telegram had just arrived. It was an answer to
his wire to the head office.

"Close office. Do all to assist the police. Wallace should arrive
noon to-morrow."

He handed the message to Durham, who just glanced at it.

"Is she coming in here or not?" Durham asked.

"She is in the dining-room, and will see you there," Harding answered.

Mrs. Eustace was standing staring out of the window when they entered
the room.

"I can tell you nothing. I know nothing more than I have already said,"
she exclaimed as she turned to meet them.

"If you will kindly answer my questions I will be obliged," Durham
replied. "Can you tell me where your husband kept his private papers?"

"Yes, in his office--that is, as a rule."

"And when he did not keep them there, where were they?"

"Oh, he always kept them there, but sometimes he had some in his pocket.
Last night----"

"Yes? Last night----?" Durham said as she stopped.

"Oh, it's nothing. Merely that he had some papers in his pocket and
discovered they were there when he was upstairs."

"Do you know what he did with them?"

"Of course I do. He left them on the dressing-table. They are there
now."

"Will you show them to me?"

"Mr. Harding, will you ta