The key of my desk, in fact, was at that moment in the lock, and the others were attached to it.
'Then you must send for them,' said he; 'and if that old devil, Rachel, doesn't immediately deliver them up, she tramps bag and baggage tomorrow.' 'She doesn't know where they are,' I answered, quietly placing my hand upon them, and taking them from the desk, as I thought, unobserved.

'I know, but I shall not give them up without a reason.' 'And I know, too,' said he, suddenly seizing my closed hand and rudely abstracting them from it.

He then took up one of the candles and relighted it by thrusting it into the fire.
'Now, then,' sneered he, 'we must have a confiscation of property.

But, first, let us take a peep into the studio.' And putting the keys into his pocket, he walked into the library.

I followed, whether with the dim idea of preventing mischief, or only to know the worst, I can hardly tell.