"Why--there may be some.
Have you looked in the old secretary in the library?
My uncle used to keep all sorts of papers there," he said with apparent helpfulness.
"Why, don't you remember--you locked it when we took the house." "So I did." Fleming took out his key ring, selected a key.

"Suppose you go and look," he said.

"Don't you think I'd better stay here ?" "Oh, yes--" said Dale, blinded to everything else by the rising hope in her heart.

"Oh, I can hardly thank you enough!" and before he could even reply, she had taken the key and was hurrying toward the hall door.
He watched her leave the room, a bleak smile on his face.

As soon as she had closed the door behind her, his languor dropped from him.