"To be sure, Mr. Corrigan," the officer replied, stepping aside.
Carefully the chief stooped down and explored the chasm with his hand.
"You're right, Tim; there is nothing more," asserted he. "We have everything we came after, I guess."
"I am glad to hear that," put in the French woman with returning confidence. "Mr. Carlton will, I am sure, be pleased that you found what he sent you for. But what a strange place for him to store his property! Things of value, no doubt, which he treasured and feared might be lost. Have you any idea when he will be back? Perhaps if you would give me his address I might write him a letter—that is, if you think—" She halted timidly.
For the fraction of a second Corrigan was silent as if he winced at performing the duty before him.
"I am afraid, madam," responded he at last, "that Mr. Carlton will not return; nor, I fear, will you wish him back when you know the circumstances under which he has disappeared. Suffice it to say we come vested with authority to take possession of his personal effects. After to-day there will be no need for you to reserve his room."
"You mean he is not to return at all—never?" asked the woman in an awe-stricken voice.
Corrigan nodded.
Weakly the woman dropped into a chair, a sudden light of pained understanding breaking over her face.
"You mean Mr. Carlton—"