say, but somebody knows it now."

Señor Rodriguez drew a deep breath of relief. The implied accusation had
been withdrawn as pleasantly and frankly as it had been put forward.

"I ran across a chap in New York once, for instance," Mr. Grimm took the
trouble to explain, "who could unlock any safe--that is, any safe of the
kind used at that time--twelve or fourteen years ago. So you see. I
doubt if he would be so successful with the new models, with all their
improvements, but then--! You know he would have made an ideal burglar,
that chap. Now, Señor, who lives here in the legation with you?"

"My secretary, Señor Diaz, my daughter Inez, and just at the moment, a
Miss Thorne--Miss Isabel Thorne," the señor informed him. "Also four
servants--two men and two women."

"I've had the pleasure of meeting your daughter and Miss Thorne," Mr.
Grimm informed him. "Now, suppose we take a look at the safe?"

"Certainly."

Señor Rodriguez started toward the closed door just as there came a
timid knock from the hall. He glanced at Mr. Grimm, who nodded, then he
called:

"Come in!"

The door opened, and Miss Thorne entered. She was clad in some filmy,
gossamer-like morning gown with her radiant hair caught up on her white
neck. At sight of Mr. Grimm the blue-gray eyes opened as if in