"It's in that safe.

The Mope heard you tell the girl in yer office that if anything happened to you she was ter wise up the district attorney that there was a paper in your safe at home fer him that was important.

Now then, you beat it over ter that safe, an' open it up--we'll give you a minute ter do it in." "The paper's not there, I tell you," said Stangeist once more.
"That's all right," submitted Clarle Deane grimly.

"There's a quarter of that minute gone." "I won't!" Stangeist flashed out violently.
"That's all right," repeated Clarie Deane.

"There's half of that minute gone." Jimmie Dale's eyes, in a fascinated sort of way, were on Stangeist.