I know he goes in sometimes because I tried a dodge that my brother--who's a policeman--taught me.

I stretched a bit of white cotton across it an' it was broke the next morning." "Mr.Kara keeps some of his private papers in there," said the girl quietly, "he has told me so himself." "H'm," said the woman doubtfully, "I wish he'd brick it up--the same as he has the lower cellar--I get the horrors sittin' here at night expectin' the door to open an' the ghost of the mad lord to come out--him that was killed in Africa." Miss Holland laughed.
"I want you to go out now," she said, "I have no stamps." Mrs.Beale obeyed with alacrity and whilst she was assuming a hat--being desirous of maintaining her prestige as housekeeper in the eyes of Cadogan Square, the girl ascended to the upper floor.
Again she watched from the window the disappearing figure.
Once out of sight Miss Holland went to work with a remarkable deliberation and thoroughness.

From her bag she produced a small purse and opened it.

In that case was a new steel key.

She passed swiftly down the corridor to Kara's room and made straight for the safe.
In two seconds it was open and she was examining its contents.