And now I must leave you." He startled her by taking her hand and wringing it.

She was still looking down at the packet as he withdrew, and the door closed behind him.
She listened for a moment, and then turned the key in the lock.

Durkin, stepping from his place of concealment, confronted her.

They stood gazing at each other in blank astonishment.
Frank's first impulse was to tear open the envelope.

But on second thoughts she flew to her alcohol tea-lamp and lighted the flame.