He is as superstitious as his father." With considerable difficulty she opened the safe, pulled forth drawer after drawer, until the grim iron back was exposed.
"The secret spring is here," she muttered.

"Surely, surely, I can find it." For many minutes she searched in vain; then her glance fell on a tiny steel knob inserted in a corner.

She pressed this with all her might, confident of success.
Nor was she deceived; the knob moved, the iron slid slowly back, disclosing a tiny hidden drawer.
Lady Kingsland barely repressed a cry as she saw the paper, and by its side something wrapped in silver tissue.

Greedily she snatched both out, pressed back the knob, locked the safe, stole out of the study and up to her own room.
Panting with her haste, my lady sunk into a seat, with her treasures eagerly clutched.

A moment recovered her; then she took up the little parcel wrapped in the silver paper.
"He said nothing of this," she thought.