She answered by unlocking a cupboard. His face fell. A cupboard for papers of value! But when he saw an iron safe fitting into the recess, his wounded instincts recovered themselves. He could hardly restrain himself from looking over her shoulder.
“You know the paper, madame?” he cried, eagerly.
“I placed it here myself.”
She extracted an envelope from a bundle of receipts, tore it open, and unfolded a paper.
It was a blank sheet.
Chapter Thirteen.
“Here must be some mistake.”
The two stood staring at the paper, which told so little and so much.