"This book could not have been on the ledge where it was found at the time the bank closed day before yesterday. The vault door was opened on the combination. And the combination is written on one of the pages of this address book."
"Oh, sugar!" murmured Tobias. "Then you've just as good as got one of the burglars, ain't you?"
"Oh, no!" gasped Lorna, cowering in the doorway.
The men did not appear to notice her agitation. Tobias still smoked calmly. The detective hesitated for a moment before he fairly forced the red memorandum book into the lightkeeper's hand.
"Look at it," he said. "See that name on the front page? Do you know his handwriting?"
Lorna dared not look over the lightkeeper's shoulder. At first glance she had recognized the red-covered notebook. There might have been some doubt regarding the ownership of the penknife; but of the notebook—never!
"My soul and body!"
The pipe dropped from the lightkeeper's fingers and was shattered at his feet. He gave this no attention. He was staring, quite fascinated, at the flyleaf of the little book.
"Doesn't the knife belong to the same person?" asked the detective, with sharp insistence.
For once Tobias was ready with no reply. He fluttered the leaves of the book with unsteady fingers. The visitor continued: