He inquired next if I had brought his portfolio with me.

I put it at once into his hand.
In some way unknown to me, I had apparently roused his suspicions.

He opened the portfolio, and counted the loose leaves of writing in it carefully.

While he was absorbed in this occupation, old Toller's eccentricity assumed a new form.

His little restless black eyes followed the movements of his lodger's fingers, as they turned over leaf after leaf of the manuscript, with such eager curiosity and interest that I looked at him in surprise.