But with a gesture in which there was no hesitation she slipped her minute's pay between the buttons of her waist.
The young gentleman went lightly and swiftly up the stairs and through the mahogany door that had been pointed out to him.

Curiously he looked about the spacious, dark-toned room of splendid dignity.

He had the ease of the man to whom the world is home, and seemed not one whit abashed by the exclusive grandeur of the great chamber.

With a watchful eye on the door, he glanced at the rows and rows of volumes: well-bred authors whom time had elevated to a place among literary "old families." Also he examined some old Chinese ivory carvings with a critical, valuating, meditative eye.

Also in passing--and this he did absently, as one might do from habit--he tried the knob of a big safe, but it was locked.
The next moment there was a sound at the door.