"Yes."
"That is strange. It was locked yesterday; I am sure of it."
"Maybe that bloody rascal got here!" growled the Englishman.
"How could he work the combination?"
"Oh, some of those chaps are keener than you think. Wait, hold up the light."
Matlock Styles opened the door and gazed into the vault. For the moment he saw nothing.
"Not here," he said briefly. "Come on; we'll have to look elsewhere."
CHAPTER XXVI
DOOMED TO DIE
"Wait a minute!" came from the other man, as Matlock Styles was on the point of coming out of the vault.