He must have had a cigarette in his hand when he shut the drawer, and the ashes jarred off without being noticed--" Irresistibly her thoughts turned to Burdon Woodward, with his gold cigarette case and match box.
"It was he who gave me the keys," she thought.
She sighed.

A sense of walking among pitfalls took possession of her.

As you have probably often noticed, suspicion feeds upon suspicion, and as Mary walked through the outer office she felt that more than one pair of eyes were avoiding her.

The old cashier kept his head buried in his ledger and nearly all the men were busy with their papers and books.
"Perhaps it's because I'm a woman," she thought.

Ma'm Maynard's words arose with a new significance, "I tell you, Miss Mary, it has halways been so, and it halways will.