No discovery rewarded the careful search that he pursued in these two repositories.

He opened the books that she had left on the table, and shook them.

No forgotten letter, no private memorandum (used as marks) dropped out.

He looked all round him; he peeped into the bedroom; he listened, to make sure that nobody was outside; he entered the bedroom, and examined the toilet-table, and opened the doors of the wardrobe--and still the search was fruitless, persevere as he might.
Returning to the sitting-room, he shook his fist at the writing-desk.
"You wouldn't be locked," he thought, "unless you had some shameful secrets to keep! _I_ shall have other opportunities; and _she_ may not always remember to turn the key." He stole quietly down the stairs, and met no one on his way out.
The bad weather continued on the next day.

The object of Mr.Le Frank's suspicion remained in the house--and the second opportunity failed to offer itself as yet.
The visit to the exhibition of conjuring had done Carmina harm instead of good.