The next moment he had lighted the shaded night lamp that stood on the table.
Turning out the gas in the corridor, Faynie glided forward like a shadow, and, reaching the library, noiselessly pushed open the door, which he had left slightly ajar.
"What was he doing here ?" she wondered vaguely, her eyes blazing with fierce indignation as she stood there considering what her next action should be.

He decided, the question by exclaiming: "Ha! This is the little iron safe she mentioned: of course the money is here, and the will is probably here, too, for that matter, which states that all of the Fairfax fortune goes to the old lady--which means the pretty Claire ultimately.

Well, the more money the better; there is no one more competent to make it fly at a gay pace than myself.

A prince of the royal blood couldn't go at a faster pace than I have been going during these last three weeks! Ha, ha, ha!" In a moment he was kneeling before the safe.

To his intense satisfaction the knob yielded to his deft touch.
"I shall have less trouble than I anticipated," he muttered, with a little chuckle.
Faynie stood motionless, scarcely three feet behind him, watching him intently, with horror-stricken eyes and glued tongue.
She saw him take a roll of bills, and after carefully counting them, transfer them to his pocket.
Heirlooms, too, in the way of a costly diamond stud, sleeve links, and massive watch and chain, which had been her father's, went the same way.
Faynie seemed incapable of interfering.
"Now we will soon determine what else there is here of importance--my time cannot be more profitably spent than by informing myself." Paper after paper he carefully unfolded, glancing quickly through their contents, and as quickly tossing them back into the safe.
Evidently he had not yet found that for which he was searching so intently.
Suddenly he came across a large square envelope, the words on which seemed to arrest his attention at once.