He opened his safe and drew out the sheet of paper addressed by Mr. Lane to his wife.
As John Graves read it his eyes brightened and his face showed the relief he felt.
"So my friend was true to me, after all," he murmured.
"Have you been to see Mrs. Lane?" asked the lawyer, shrewdly.
"Yes."
"And she refuses to entertain your claim?"
"Yes. But how did you come into possession of this paper?"
The lawyer told him briefly.
"I foresaw what would happen," he said, "and I have kept this paper carefully for nearly two years."
"Thank you. You have done me a great service."