It was only once in a while that he was not obliged to refer to the key that he carried in his pocketbook.
Nor was she looking at the safe, but staring upward at a maharajah, covered with pearls of fantastic size.

She took the box from his hand with a polite word of thanks, offered her cheek to be kissed, and left the room.
Price threw himself into a chair and rehearsed the instructions Spaulding had given him..