"All the inquiries I've caused to be made in London and in Paris have led to a negative result." "We shall only know the truth when we get a peep of those papers in Henry's safe, my dear friend," was the woman's reply.
"And that's a pretty difficult job.

You don't know where the old fellow keeps the key ?" "I only wish I did.

Gabrielle knows, no doubt." "Then you ought to compel her to divulge," he urged.

"Once we get hold of that key for half-an-hour, we could learn a lot." "A lot that would be useful to you, eh ?" remarked the woman, with a meaning smile.
"And to you also," he said.

"Couldn't we somehow watch and see where he hides the safe-key?
He never has it upon him, you say." "It isn't on his bunch." "Then he must have a hiding-place for it, or it may be on his watch-chain," remarked the man decisively.