Yet the nature of that game was in no way apparent.

He could only keep quiet, and wait for some further development, even appear indifferent, while he secretly watched every suspicious movement of Percival Coolidge.
It was not at all probable the satchel contained any incriminating evidence, yet the temptation was strong to obtain, if possible, a hasty glance at the contents.

But for this he was already too late, scarcely reaching the room indeed, before Sexton appeared, announcing his mission.
West, perched on the arm of a chair, smoking, and watched the man bring forth the valise, and start toward the door.
"Coolidge tells me he usually occupied this room," he ventured curiously, "How did it happen I was put in here ?" Sexton paused, and faced about respectfully.
"It was upon orders from Miss Natalie, sir.

But she did not mention the change in time to remove the bag.

The truth is, I forgot, sir, that it was here." "Oh, I see; this is not the grip he usually travels with then ?" "No, sir; this was sent down in advance, sir.