- rounded by pigeon-holes, the divisions of wood.
Trafford dropped on his knees and gave peculiar scrutiny to the door, and especially the lock. Then he turned towards McManus:
"These two empty pigeon-holes on the left; they were empty when you first opened the safe?"
"Every paper is in the exact place I found it," McManus answered sharply. "My profession has taught me some things!"
"And this door?"
"It was closed and locked. Here is the key."
Trafford opened the door, revealing packages of letters, filling about half the space above the small drawer which was at the lowest portion.
"You have examined these letters?"
"Only sufficiently to be able to identify them. They relate to certain logging interests of firms employing Mr. Wing."
"And the drawer?"
"You have the key: there's nothing there but trinkets and a little personal jewelry." There was a personal tone of resentment over the failure to
