"Good-morning, Mrs. Bangs," said Mr. Bartlett. "Is your husband at home?"
"He is not," answered the fashionable woman, coldly.
"I've got a search warrant for this place," said the constable, pushing his way in, and he proceeded to read the document aloud.
"This is an outrage!" cried Mrs. Bangs, with assumed dignity. "An outrage, and you shall pay dearly for it, Mr. Bartlett. My husband is no thief, to steal your papers."
"Perhaps not," answered Philip Bartlett. "Nevertheless, I am going to have his safe searched and also this house."
"Well, since you have the law on your side, go ahead. But you shall answer to my husband for this indignity."
The constable began his work, and the safe opener approached the strong box and inspected it.
"Can you open it?" asked Mr. Bartlett, anxiously.
"With ease," was the answer. "This is one of the old-style safes."
"How much will it cost?"