Burke shook his head. “How could any one get in that way?” he negatived.
“Well—search the roof below,” repeated Kennedy.
Even though he did not understand what good might come of such a strange request, Burke had known Kennedy long enough not to question his actions. He moved away, seeking one of his men whom he could send on the errand.
While we waited Kennedy continued to question Randall.
“Mr. Maddox was very careful of his key, I suppose?” he ventured.
“Yes, sir, very careful. So we all were of the combination, too. Not even my assistant knows that. If I should drop dead, there would be only one way to get it—to open that safety deposit box, and that must be done by some one with the proper authority. It has all been carefully safeguarded.”
“You know of no one intimate with Mr. Maddox—who might have obtained the key—or the combination?”
I wondered at what Kennedy was driving. Had he the little dancer, Paquita, in mind? Did he suspect that she might have wormed from Maddox the secret? Or was he, too, thinking of Shelby?
Randall shook his head, and Kennedy continued his quick examination of the office, questioning the assistant, who was unable to add anything of value.
So far there had been nothing to show that the robbery might not have been an inside job. As Kennedy was still pondering on the new mystery that confronted us Burke approached with the man whom he had sent to make the search.