Then the hand of the white-haired man had reached outward and rested for a moment on the young man's knee.
"I wrote something to you, Boy, a day or so ago," he had said.

"That little illness I had prompted me to do it.

I--I thought it was only fair to you.

After I 'm gone, look in the safe.

You 'll find the combination on a piece of paper hidden in a hole cut in that old European history in the bookcase.