"I want only to know the part you want me to know," said Clo. "It isn't a question of what I want. It's a question of my sacred oath," Beverley answered. "There was a house where I had been, to get the envelope. O'Reilly was there, too. Someone ... no matter who! ... could have given him all the things, so he could change envelopes if he got the chance. Oh, child, I keep stumbling on to a path where I dare not step." "We'll go back to the train," said Clo. "If O'Reilly had the gold wax and the seal, and the right kind of envelope, he could have made his plan, and sent his telegram, and had everything ready for the right minute ... in the Chicago station." "Ye--es, he could. But it's almost impossible!" "It's more possible than Mr. Sands' changing the envelopes, isn't it?" "That is the one impossible thing. The worst remains. I have lost the papers! Whether O'Reilly has them or someone else, I can't get them back. Without them, I'm ruined!" "You shan't be!" Clo cried, twining her thin arms round her idol's waist. "You must be saved somehow. We've got till ten o'clock to think." "If I were the only one, it wouldn't matter so much," Beverley said. "But there's somebody who can be tortured as well as killed, if I have no bribe to offer. Those papers gave me all the power I had." "Wouldn't money...." Clo began, but Beverley cut her short. "No money I could get would be of any use," she said. "A million might be!" "See O'Reilly and make him give up the papers!" cried Clo. "Oh, but is he in New York?" "He doesn't live in New York, but he's here now. I know, because that man you saw, Peterson, told me. It was part of a threat he held over my head that O'Reilly and some people connected with him should be in town just now. I know the hotel he's staying in, the Dietz. But even if O'Reilly would come, how could I see him without Roger knowing? It wouldn't be possible!" "I'll somehow make O'Reilly come," the girl promised. "I don't know how, yet, but I know I will, if you can get Mr. Sands out of the house." Beverley shuddered. "How horrid that sounds ... as if I were plotting against him, the way women do who deceive their husbands." "Well, anyhow, if O'Reilly took the papers, would he still have them, do you think?" asked Clo, with the sudden eagerness of one who catches in desperation at a new idea. "It's just possible. I can see a reason why he might have been asked to keep them," Beverley answered. "If that's so, would he put them in a bank, or a safe somewhere, or would he bring them to New York?" "There might be a special motive for him to bring them to New York ... I think there would be a motive." "Well, it seems to me, the sort of man I imagined he is, would be too smart to have such things on him if he came to your house, and didn't mean to give 'em back to you. It would be tempting Providence, so to speak!"