fellow, unharmed by the world.

Aunt Tabby's was an attractive small house, not many miles from
New York, yet not in the general line of suburban travel.

. . . . . . .

Kennedy and I had decided to bring Bennett's papers and documents
over to the laboratory to examine them. We were now engaged in
going over the great mass of material which he had collected, in
the hope of finding some clue to the stolen millions which he must
have amassed as a result of his villainy. The table was stacked
high.

A knock at the door told us that the expressman had arrived and a
moment later he entered, delivering a heavy box. Kennedy signed
for it and started to unpack it.

I was hard at work, when I came across a large manila envelope
carefully sealed, on which were written the figures "$7,000,000."
Too excited even to exclaim, I tore the envelope open and examined
the contents.

Inside was another envelope. I opened that. It contained merely a
blank piece of paper!

With characteristic skill at covering his tracks, Bennett had also
covered his money. Puzzled, I turned the paper over and over,
looking at it carefully. It was a large sheet of paper, but it
showed nothing.