She heard the lock go with a little click, and looked into his face, surprised at his silence.
"Is there anything the matter ?" she asked.

"Ought I not to have taken them up ?" Almost as the words left her lips, she understood.

His face was inscrutable, but his very silence was ominous.

She remembered a drawing in one of the halfpenny papers, the drawing of a dagger found in a horrible place.

She remembered the description of that thin silken cord, and she began to tremble.
"I did not know that anything was in the box," he said calmly.