'Twill pass, Mr.Green.

'Twill soon pass, I assure you." He shut the door upon them, locked it, and turned to Hortensia, smiling grimly.

Then he crossed quickly to the desk, and Hortensia followed him.
He sat down, and pulled out bodily the bottom drawer on the right inside of the upper part of the desk, as he had seen Lord Ostermore do that day, a little over a week ago.

He thrust his hand into the opening, and felt along the sides for some moments in vain.

He went over the ground again slowly, inch by inch, exerting constant pressure, until he was suddenly rewarded by a click.