"At all events," he said, "she sha'n't have them until I have read them first.
I dare say they won't be missed for a day or two." He calculated that he could read and master the contents that night, and put back the papers in the safe in the morning while James was opening the shop.
"There's nothing, James," he whispered as he went out, the safe being locked again.

"There is nothing at all.

Look here, my lad, you must try another way of finding out where the money is." "I wish I was sure that he hasn't carried off something in his pocket," James murmured.
Joe spent the whole evening alone, contrary to his usual practice, which was, as we have seen, to spend it at a certain music-hall.

He read the papers over and over again.
"I wish," he said at length, "I wish I had known this only two months ago.

I wish I had paid more attention to Iris.