“Campe—Mexico—financiers?” said he, at length, turning his head.
“Right,” spoke Ashton-Kirk.
“Volume II,” said Fuller, closing the drawer. “Shall I have it sent up?”
“Yes.”
In a few moments, Stumph, gravest of men servants, entered, bearing a bulky folio which he placed before his employer.
“In a short time,” said Ashton-Kirk, “Mr. Scanlon will call. Bring him up as soon as he arrives.”
Stumph silently withdrew; the special detective puffed at the meerschaum and nodded to Fuller.
“Let’s see what we have about the Campes,” requested he.
Fuller took the book, opened it at the index, and then turned over until he came to a certain page. He read:
“This family came, originally, from Bavaria, their forbears residing in the city of Munich. The name was then Von Campe. A Frederich Ernest Von Campe made a fortune as a brewer before the French Revolution. His three sons trebled this by lending it at a high rate of interest to the various needy German states during the Napoleonic wars.