"Well, we're certainly going to dig up a dead man's secrets," he said.

"At least, we may be going to do so.

In my opinion, Mr.Spargo, we'll find some clue in this leather box." Spargo made no answer.

They entered the office, to be shown into a room where were already assembled Mr.Myerst, a gentleman who turned out to be the chairman of the company, and the officials of whom Rathbury had spoken.

And in another moment Spargo heard the chairman explaining that the company possessed duplicate keys to all safes, and that the proper authorization having been received from the proper authorities, those present would now proceed to the safe recently tenanted by the late Mr.
John Marbury, and take from it the property which he himself had deposited there, a small leather box, which they would afterwards bring to that room and cause to be opened in each other's presence.
It seemed to Spargo that there was an unending unlocking of bolts and bars before he and his fellow-processionists came to the safe so recently rented by the late Mr.John Marbury, now undoubtedly deceased.
And at first sight of it, he saw that it was so small an affair that it seemed ludicrous to imagine that it could contain anything of any importance.