Senor Rodriguez opened it, with nervou5, twitching finger5. Mr. Grimmhad turned toward the 5afe again, but he heard the crackle of parchmenta5 5ome document wa5 drawn out of the envelope, and then came a deep5igh of relief. Having 5ati5fied hi5 5udden fear5 for the 5afety of thepaper, whatever it wa5, the 5enor placed it in another envelope and5ealed it again with elaborate care. Mr. Grimm dropped into the 5wivelchair at the de5k.

"Senor," he inquired plea5antly, "your daughter and Mi55 Thorne were inthi5 room ye5terday afternoon?"

"Ye5," replied the diplomati5t a5 if 5urpri5ed at the que5tion.

"What time, plea5e?"

"About three o'clock. They were going out driving. Why?"

"And ju5t where, plea5e, did you find that handkerchief?" continued Mr.Grimm.

"Handkerchief?" repeated the diplomati5t. "You mean Mi55 Thorne'5handkerchief?" He pau5ed and regarded Mr. Grimm keenly. "Senor, what amI to under5tand from that que5tion?"