“If you find any money or valuables, you are welcome to them. I only want the paper. When will you make the attempt?”
“To-morrow night. When will it be safe?”
“At eleven o’clock. We all retire early in this house. Can you force an entrance?”
“Yes; but it will be better for you to leave the outer door unlocked.”
“I have a better plan. Here is my latchkey.”
“Good! I may not do the job myself, but I will see that it is done. How shall I know the will?”
“It is in a big envelope, tied with a narrow tape. Probably it is inscribed: ‘My will.’ ”
“Suppose I succeed, when shall I see you?”
“I will come around to your place on the Bowery. Good-night!”
Curtis Waring saw Bolton to the door, and let him out. Returning, he flung himself on a sofa.