"I generally do, Mr. Zunder."
"I know that; hence, I have faith in you. And a word in your ear, Mr. Spicer. Your work shall be well paid for. I will see to that. As you can easily understand, I feel more than an ordinary interest in this case."
"I understand. And you can depend on me, and those associated with me, to do our level best to get at the exact truth in this cold-blooded and cowardly affair." And a moment later, after whispering to Stricket and George Morgan, Old Spicer left the basement.
[CHAPTER IV.]
OLD SPICER CONTINUES HIS INVESTIGATIONS.—THE SECRET VAULT.
After a word or two with Coroner Mix, who was standing in the outer hall, Old Spicer ascended to the main floor of the house, where he questioned Otto Webber and his wife, and then climbing another flight of stairs, knocked at the door of John Neustrom's apartments.
The door was opened by a young woman of perhaps twenty summers, and the caller was invited to enter.
There was another person in the room—a woman—who was seated by the window.
"Mrs. Neustrom, if I am not mistaken?" said the detective, in an inquiring tone, as his eyes rested on this lady.