Cardona had assured him that the photostat would be sent promptly. Burke sealed the report in an envelope.
He left the office and boarded a subway train. He left the tube at Twenty-third Street. He entered an old office building, ascended the stairs, and stopped before an obscure office. The faded letters on the glass, of the dingy door bore the name:
M. JONAS
Burke dropped the envelope in the mail slot in the door.
Burke’s work was completed. He had delivered the inside story of the Marchand case. His report contained full details of the solution established by Inspector Timothy Klein.
But there was no mention in his report of the pair of dice that showed the number seven. The tiny cubes had been forgotten in Inspector Klein’s theory. They had been classed as totally unimportant.
CHAPTER IV. A STRANGE VISITOR
A LIGHT clicked; the rays of a green-shaded light focused upon the polished surface of a table top. The gleam revealed a rectangular sheet of paper, covered with strange, queerly formed characters. It was the photostatic copy of the code found in the secret drawer of Henry Marchand’s desk.
Beside the code lay a pile of papers. All else was in blackness.
Two slender, white hands appeared beneath the light. Quick-moving, sensitive fingers distributed papers from the pile until the table top was covered with the slips.