You'll be going the same way yourself now, I suppose ?" "You have no reason whatever for thinking so," responded Conyers.
Palliser laughed lightheartedly and sat down on the table.

"Oh, haven't I?
What about that mysterious locked drawer of yours?
Don't be shy, I say! You had it open when I came in.

Show her to me like a good chap! I won't tell a soul." "That's not where I keep my love-tokens," said Conyers, with a grim twist of the mouth that was not a smile.
"What then ?" asked Palliser eagerly.

"Not another invention ?" "No." Conyers inserted the key in the lock again, turned it, and pulled open the drawer.

"See for yourself as you are so anxious." Palliser leaned across the table and looked.