The Inspector's eyes were on Joseph's troubled face.
"What do you say to that, sir?"
"My brother did make a will," Joseph answered.
"Perhaps he subsequently destroyed it. I don't know. But there's a safe in this room, and I think it might be there." "A safe in this room?" repeated Stephen.
"Yes, it's hidden behind that picture," replied Joseph. "I don't suppose you knew about it. Nat only told me when he was ill, and wanted me to get something out of it."
"Can you open it?"
"Yes, if the combination hasn't been changed."
Stephen walked over to the picture Joseph had indicated, and took it down, revealing a small wall-safe. After a good deal of fussing and fumbling, Joseph succeeded in opening it. He then invited Blyth to see what it contained, and stood back, looking anxious.
Blyth drew two bundles of documents out of the safe, and brought them to the desk, where he and Hemingway went through them. Stephen stood frowning by the fireplace, while Mottisfont, who seemed to find it difficult to sit still, polished his spectacles.
After a pause, Blyth said in his precise way: "Most of these papers are share-certificates, and can have no bearing on the case. I find that there is a will." He added in a disparaging tone: "It would appear to be in order."