It was an hour after he had locked himself in when he threw over the last shred of paper and the emptied pocketbook and purse.
Braun smiled grimly as he carefully transferred to his wallet the double-month's pay which had been handed to the cashier by accountant Somers when he hastened away on his furlough.
"Nearly seven hundred dollars," laughed Braun.

"My dead friend pays my way over." There was, moreover, a few dollars in change in the purse, which was tossed away to follow the other tell-tale objects, after Braun had extracted Somers' test slip of the deposits.

It brought a frenzy of joy to the murderer's heart to read the lines, "Currency, $150,000; cheques, $98,975." He smiled grimly.

"The last thing which could betray me is overboard.
I'm safe now! No fool to be caught, even by a tell-tale ring!" He had hurled poor Clayton's college pin and seal ring far out into the sapphire blue, and then resolutely screwed up the porthole.
"Now to see if my cashier's tag lies!" Braun stopped, with his hand on the straps of his valise, a glooming foreboding seized him.

"I must watch this devilish woman! She was far too placid.