“IT means absolute ruin for me, Mr. Blake!” said Greig. The man’s voice vibrated with sternly-repressed emotion.
“You have told me the whole story,” replied Blake. “But are you sure, Mr. Greig, that you have omitted nothing? For instance, could no one have got at your keys?”
Greig flushed slightly under the steady gaze of the keen eyes.
“I will be quite open,” he said. “One evening I went to the swimming-bath and left my keys in my trouser-pocket while I was in the water.”
“And do you think that anyone could have got at them in the meantime? It doesn’t take long, remember, to get a wax impression.”
“I am almost certain that no one did so,” replied the manager vehemently. “The dressing-rooms open on the bath. I was not in the water for more than five minutes. I should certainly have se
