"No," answered old Frick, after having considered a moment, "I keep nothing in here but documents and papers, which only concern me. Money I always kept in the iron safe in the office."
"There are two iron safes here," said Monk.
"Yes," answered old Frick, "in the larger safe I keep family papers, etc., which are of no value to any one. In the small one over there—which is of course nothing but an iron box, but is provided with an unusually ingenious lock—I keep my will, and a list of what I possess."
The large safe was opened, and a lamp was brought in from the museum. The safe, with its contents, was carefully examined, but nothing unusual could be discovered.
"Now comes the turn of the box," said Monk. "Will you help me to bring it out into the museum, Frederick?"
Although the whole thing was not more than sixteen or twenty inches square, it was so massive that we had to use all our strength to move it out into the daylight.
It was a handsome steel box, the four sides and the lid being ornamented with chased arabesques.
Old Frick brought out a key of unusual shape.
"Wait a bit, Mr. Frick," said Monk, holding up his arm; "when was the last time this box was opened?"
"Six years ago," said Frick, slowly, "when I altered my will—God be praised that I can alter it yet once again!"