The safe was robbed during the night." "The safe robbed!" I cried.

"How much was taken ?" "Something over a hundred dollars in cash, and a number of important papers." He threw open the door of the little office, and waved his hand toward the safe which occupied one end.

The two iron doors were wide open, the interior showing a succession of yawning pigeon holes with the cash drawer, half pulled out and empty.

Several papers were spilled on the floor underneath.
"He evidently had no use for my will nor for Kennisburg street railway stock--I don't blame him; it wouldn't sell for the paper it's written on." Radnor's step sounded on the stair as he came running down--whistling I noted.
"Ah--Rad," the Colonel called from the office doorway.

"You're a good sleeper." Radnor stopped his whistle as his eye fell upon our faces, and his own took on a look of anxiety.
"What's the matter ?" he asked.