His hand slipped into the pocket of it; his fingers touched a hard object wrapped in tissue-paper.

They closed round it, drew it from the pocket, and, sheltered by the cloak, transferred it to his own.

He set the cloak on the back of the sofa, and very softly moved back to his place by Germaine's side.

No one in the room observed the movement, not even Guerchard: he was watching Sonia too intently.
Sonia found the key, and held it out to Guerchard.
He shook his head and said: "There is no reason to search your bag--none whatever.

Have you any other luggage ?" She shrank back a little from his piercing eyes, almost as if their gaze scared her.
"Yes, my trunk ...