“It may not be intended for you,” smiled Mitchell, wanly.
“Why are you telling me about it?” asked Bob.
“Because it will do no harm,” was the answer. “I am telling you only because you are Theodore Galvin’s heir.
“He left you residuary legatee of his entire estate. I have seen his will — and therefore his secret possessions belong to you, if you can find them.
“I have definite instructions. I am to wait for the person who brings me a special paper which your uncle possessed. It gives the clew to the hiding place.”
“What is the paper like?”
“I have never seen it. Theodore Galvin told me that I would understand it when I saw it. Without it, I am helpless to aid.”
Bob Maddox fumbled in his pocket.
“Is this it?”
He passed over the sheet of paper which he had received at the Cobalt Club. Zachary Mitchell’s eyes lighted.