rising briskly to his feet. “Now I have finished with this room. By the way, whose is the smaller desk in the corner?”
“Mr. Inglethorp’s.”
“Ah!” He tried the roll top tentatively. “Locked. But perhaps one of Mrs. Inglethorp’s keys would open it.” He tried several, twisting and turning them with a practiced hand, and finally uttering an ejaculation of satisfaction. “Voila! It is not the key, but it will open it at a pinch.” He slid back the roll top,
rising briskly to his feet. “Now I have finished with this room. By the way, whose is the smaller desk in the corner?”
“Mr. Inglethorp’s.”
“Ah!” He tried the roll top tentatively. “Locked. But perhaps one of Mrs. Inglethorp’s keys would open it.” He tried several, twisting and turning them with a practiced hand, and finally uttering an ejaculation of satisfaction. “Voila! It is not the key, but it will open it at a pinch.” He slid back the roll top,
