"What did it contain?"
"No information of importance, sir. An outline of our organisation—the name of this house—nothing that cannot be altered and covered before morning."
Wimsey smiled.
"Did you investigate the inner compartment of the safe?"
There was a pause.
"You hear what he says," snapped the President sharply. "Did you find this inner compartment?"
"There was no inner compartment, sir. He is trying to bluff."
"I hate to contradict you," said Wimsey, with an effort at his ordinary pleasant tone, "but I really think you must have overlooked the inner compartment."
"Well," said the President, "and what do you say is in this inner compartment, if it does exist?"
"The names of every member of this Society, with their addresses, photographs, and finger-prints."