I guess you've got the jumps, Weiss, all because we were d-----d fools enough to sign that rotten paper last night.

All the same I don't quite see how he could ever use that against us.

His own name's there." "I'm not so sure of that," Weiss said quietly.

"I tell you it occurred to me to look across just as he was blotting the page, and I saw that he had his arm right round the paper, and it didn't seem to me that he was blotting the place where his signature ought to have been." "Why didn't you ask to read the thing through again ?" Higgins demanded.
"I wish I had," Weiss answered gloomily.
Bardsley, a large man, with grey beard and moustache, and coarse, hard face, spoke for the first time.
"Do any of you know," he asked, "whereabouts in that infernal little room of his Duge keeps his papers ?" Weiss looked up.
"I am not sure," he said.

"I know that he has a small iron strong-box screwed into the inside of his roll-top desk, and of course there is a safe in the outer office; but I don't see how we're going to find out whether the paper we want is there." "The girl seemed a fool," Higgins remarked.