Having come into possession of a little valise which is not mine, I am getting rid of it in the following manner. I have rented a large safety-deposit box at the Cattlemen’s National Bank, and have put into it the valise with the lock still unbroken. The key is inclosed herewith. Shaw, the cashier, will tell you that when this box was rented I gave explicit orders it should be opened only by the men whose names are given in an envelope left with him, not even excepting myself. The valise was deposited at exactly 10:30 A. M. the morning after the robbery, as Mr. Shaw will also testify. I am writing this the evening of the same day.
Cass Fendrick.
“Don’t believe a word of it,” Cullison exploded.
“Seeing is believing,” the sheepman murmured. He was enjoying greatly the discomfiture of his foe.
“Makes a likely fairy tale. What for would you keep the money and not turn it back?”
“That’s an easy one, Luck. He wanted to throw the burden of the robbery on you,” Bucky explained.
“Well, I’ve got to be shown.”
In the morning he was shown. Shaw confirmed exactly what Fendrick had said. He produced a sealed envelope. Within this was a sheet of paper, upon which were written two lines.
Box 2143 is to be opened only by Sheriff Bolt or Lieutenant Bucky O’Connor of the Rangers, and before witnesses.
Cass Fendrick.