The contents are only blank paper.

The document is where I can find it for use.

Remain here, Jules," concluded the triumphant woman, as she replaced the photograph in her bosom.

"Take the envelope--you know it, Hugh Fraser.

I stole it the night you drove the sister I loved from our miserly lodgings in London." The furious onslaught had failed, and the old nabob was only a cowering, cringing prisoner at will.