Weintraub's face shone damply in the lamplight. Perspiration was thick on his forehead.
"My dear Mifflin," he said, "this is awfully stupid. In my eagerness, I'm afraid——"
Titania ran back into the room, followed by Helen, whose face was crimson.
"Thank God you're back, Roger," she said. "These brutes tied me up in the kitchen and gagged me with a roller-towel. They threatened to shoot Titania if she wouldn't give them the suitcase."
Weintraub began to say something, but Roger thrust the revolver between his eyes.
"Hold your tongue!" he said. "We're going to have a look at those books of yours."
"I'll get the suitcase," said Titania. "I hid it. When Mr. Weintraub came in and asked for it, at first I was going to give it to him, but he looked so queer I thought something must be wrong."
"Don't you get it," said Aubrey, and their eyes met for the first time. "Show me where it is, and we'll let friend Hun bring it."
Titania flushed a little. "It's in my bedroom cupboard," she said.
She led the way upstairs, Metzger following, and Aubrey behind Metzger with his pistol ready. Outside the bedroom door Aubrey halted. "Show him the suitcase and let him pick it up," he said. "
