He took the list and glanced through the items.

But his thoughts were not concerned with it.
"If that is so," he said slowly, "Mme Dauvray kept her jewels in this safe, why has every drawer been ransacked, why was the bed moved?
Perrichet, lock the door--quietly--from the inside.

That is right.

Now lean your back against it." Hanaud waited until he saw Perrichet's broad back against the door.
Then he went down upon his knees, and, tossing the rugs here and there, examined with the minutest care the inlaid floor.

By the side of the bed a Persian mat of blue silk was spread.