No more--but those five minutes would have to be enough for success or failure.

The instant the door shut behind Raoul, I was at the safe.

The key fitted.

I snatched out a folded document, and opened it to make quite, quite certain it was the right one, for a mistake would be inexcusable and spoil everything.

It was what I wanted--the treaty, newly made, between Japan, Russia and France--the treaty which your Foreign Secretary thought he had reason to believe was a secret one, arranged between the three countries without the knowledge of England and to the prejudice of her interests.