walls hung some rare steel engravings, including one of Fulton and his
first steamboat. There was a large library table, with a student's
lamp, a mahogany roller-top desk, half a dozen comfortable chairs, and
a small, but well-built safe, which, as said before, was closed and
locked.

"The coroner locked and sealed the desk, and put all the loose papers
in it," said the policeman.

There were two windows to the library, and one was close to the side
porch, the roof of which the detective had examined from above. A
person dropping from above could easily have entered the library by the
window, thus saving himself the trouble of walking through the halls
and down the stairs. Adam Adams looked outside, and saw on the ground
a number of footprints, some running to a gravel path but a few feet
away.

"Where are the bodies?" he asked, as he continued his examination of
the room.

"At Camboin's morgue. The doctors have been looking for poison, but
they can't find any."

The detective got down in front of the safe and examined it critically.
Had it been opened after the murder and then closed again? That was an
important question, but he was unable to answer it.

More by instinct than anything else, he got down and peered under the
safe. A crumpled-up bit of paper caught his eye, and he picked it up
and slipped it into his pocket without the policeman being the wiser.