I took it away from those robbers, my old solicitors, and I wasn't going to give it to the new man--don't trust him particularly not to talk.

So I locked it up here--somewhere.

And I can't find it.' And he began restlessly to open drawer after drawer, which already contained piles of letters and documents, neatly and systematically arranged, with the proper dockets and sub-headings, by Elizabeth.
'Oh, it can't be there!' cried Elizabeth.

'I know everything in those drawers.

Surely it must be in the office ?' By which she meant the small and hideously untidy room on the ground floor into which masses of papers of all dates, still unsorted, had been carted down from London.
'It isn't in the office!' He was, she saw, on the brink of an outburst.