Joe himself pushed the slide and took out of the drawer the picture, which had lain just beneath the Almaquo stock certificates.
The picture was passed reverently around.

A sweet-faced, sad little woman it showed, with appealing eyes and lips that seemed to quiver even in the photograph.
As Louise held it in her hand something induced her to turn it over.
"Here is some writing upon the back," she said.
Joe bent over and read it aloud.

It was in his father's handwriting.
"'Press the spring in the left hand lower corner of the secret drawer.'" "Hah!" cried Uncle John, while the others stared stupidly.

"That's it! That's the information we've been wanting so long, Joseph!" He ran to the cupboard, even as he spoke, and while they all thronged about him thrust in his hand, felt for the spring, and pressed it.
The bottom of the drawer lifted, showing another cavity beneath.

From this the searcher withdrew a long envelope, tied with red tape.
"At last, Joseph!" he shouted, triumphantly waving the envelope over his head.