DETECTIVE SAM HAYNES dismissed the other plain-clothes man after a time, and then locked the front door of Lorenzo Brayton’s office suite and went into the private room.
Slowly and carefully he went over the room, inspecting the papers first that had been spilled from the filing case, and putting them back in their regular places, trying to ascertain whether any were missing. But the case had not been more than two thirds filled, and he couldn’t determine this.
He examined the safe again. He smoked as he worked, and now and then whistled beneath his breath. The inner compartment of the safe was open and empty, but it had not been forced open. Neither was the combination damaged. In one corner was a fireproof filing case with an intricate lock, and this was unlocked and open an inch or so
