Jane threw herself between the Indian and the doors.
"One moment—before he leaves the room let me tell you he lies? Your Indian lies. It was I who found him here—before that safe!"
"A poor story," the general sniffed. "I expected better of you—after this."
"The truth, General Crandall. I couldn't sleep. I came out here to the balcony to try to make out if the Saxonia was in the bay. He came into the room while I was behind these curtains, locked the doors, and opened the safe."
"It won't go," the general cut in curtly.
"It's the truth—it's got to go!" she cried.
Jaimihr, at a second nod from his master, was approaching the double doors. Jane, leaping in front of them, pushed the Indian back.
"General Crandall, for your own sake—don't let this Indian leave the room. You may regret it—all the rest of your life. He still has a paper—a little paper—he took from that safe. I saw him stick it in his sash."
"Nonsense!"
"Search him!" The girl's voice cracked in hysteria; her face was dead white, with hectic
