"Well, what does it matter ?" "There would have been no need to--" And his voice broke off shudderingly.
"Wouldn't there?
And what of us--Adele and me?
She knows certainly that we are here.

Come, go and get the jewels.

The key of the door's on the mantelshelf.

While you are away we two will arrange the pretty baby in there." She pointed to the recess; her voice rang with contempt.

Wethermill staggered across the room like a drunkard, and picked up the key in trembling fingers.