No one would have imagined that the broken glass had been removed and put back again.

The box was safely hidden now.
He was utterly exhausted when he dropped into the big chair, after washing the dust and blood from his hands--for it had been impossible to do what he had done without getting a few scratches, though none of them could have been called a cut.

He sat quite still and closed his eyes.
The box was safe now.

It was not to be imagined that any one should ever suspect where it was, and on that point he was well satisfied.

His only possible cause of anxiety now might be that if anything should happen to him, the master would be in ignorance of what he had done.