"I am sorry to disturb you again, Frank, but may we come in?"

"Who is with you?"

"The detective."

"I did not know he was to come to-night."

"The chief thought it better."

"All right in a moment."

There was a sound of moving around, and in a short time the young
fellow, partly undressed, opened the door.

To the detective's questions he answered in substance what he had told
before. He also brought out the cabinet. It was a strong oak box,
uncarven, but bound at the edges with brass. The key was still in the
lock, where Frank had left it on discovering his loss. They raised the
lid. The cabinet contained two compartments, one for letters and a
smaller one for jewels and trinkets.

"When you opened this cabinet, your money was gone?"

"Yes."

"Were any of your papers touched?"

"No."