"Don't lie," said Steppe impatiently, "we're all friends here. What makes you think he went to Morelle, Beryl?" "I wondered." "But you must have had some reason?" She met the big man's eyes coldly. "Must I be cross-examined? I had a feeling that he had been to Ronnie. I don't know why--why does one have these intuitions?" "We saw it in the morning papers," explained the doctor. "I am fearfully worried; poor Moropulos, it is dreadful." Steppe smiled unpleasantly. "He is the least troubled of any of us," he said callously, "and the next least is Sault. I saw the detective who arrested him. He said Sault went straight to sleep the moment they put him into the cell, and woke this morning cheerful. He must have nerves of iron." "Can anything be done for him, Mr. Steppe?" "He shall have the best lawyer--that Maxton fellow. He ought to be retained. As far as money can help, I'll do everything possible. I don't think it will make a scrap of difference." "Mr. Steppe, you knew what an evil man Moropulos was: you know the provocation he offered to Ambrose Sault, isn't it possible that the same cause that made him kill this man, also sent him to the safe?" "What safe is this--was that in the newspapers too?" "Yes: he was not a thief, was he? He would not be trying to open the safe for the sake of getting money? He came to get something that Moropulos had." "I wonder--" Steppe was impressed. "It may have been the photograph." Ronnie checked the exclamation that terror wrung. He was livid. "Do you know anything about a photograph?" asked Steppe with growing suspicion. "No." Here Beryl came to the rescue. When he saw her lips move, Ronnie expected worse. "Whatever it was, I am sure that the safe holds the secret: Ambrose would not kill a man unless--unless there was no other solution. Won't you open the safe, Mr. Steppe?" "I'll be damned if I do!" he vociferated violently. "There is nothing there which would save him." "Or justify him--or show the Greek as being what he was?" Steppe could not answer this: he had another comment to offer. His attitude toward her had changed slightly since the big diamond had blazed upon her engagement finger: a reminder of obligations past and to come. "You're taking a hell of an interest in this fellow, Beryl?" "I shall always take a hell of an interest in every matter I please," she said, eyeing him steadily. "Unless you satisfy me that nothing has been left undone that can be done for Ambrose, I shall go into the witness box and swear to all that I know." "My dear--" Her father's expostulation she did not hear. Steppe broke into it. "There is something about this business which I don't understand. You and Moropulos and this fellow dined together once--or didn't you? Sounds mighty queer, but I won't enquire--now." "You'll open the safe?"