It was more than enough to leave Arthur thinking he was still in a dream, which put him on alert, since clearly that meant someone had pulled a double-cross, and he had his suspicions as to who.
He took a deep breath, keeping alert as he padded back across the room to the worktable, fingers dipping into his pocket again, just to reassure himself that his totem was still there, the reassuring weight of it against his fingers was a start.
He eyed the case warily for a moment but popped it open all the same, thumbs running over the combinations, slotting the tumblers into place. He was mildly surprised to find the contents as they should be.