The safe, a formidable looking receptacle
of black enameled steel, stood at their left, closed and locked. The
remaining wall space of the room was given over to oak cabinets,
evidently a storage place for the less important legation papers.
"Has any one besides yourself been in this room to-day?" Mr. Grimm
inquired.
"Not a soul, Senor," was the reply.
Mr. Grimm went over and examined the windows. They were both locked
inside; and there were no marks of any sort on the sills.
"They are just as I left them last night," explained Senor Rodriguez. "I
have not touched them to-day."
"And there's only one door," mused Mr. Grimm, meaning that by which they
had entered. "So it would appear that whoever was here last night
entered through that room. Very well."
He walked around the room once, opening and shutting the doors of the
cabinets as he passed, and finally paused in front of the safe. A brief
examination of the nickeled dial and handle and of the enameled edges of
the heavy door satisfied him that no force had been employed--the safe
had merely been unlocked. Whereupon he sat himself down, cross-legged on
the floor, in front of it.
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