“I see,” she says, “but I’ve no information to give any one. The package of Federal bonds which I brought with me out here was taken from my husband’s safe deposit where I kept them. I understood from Mr. Burdell that the safe deposit was opened with the key taken from my husband’s dead body by his lawyer, who handed them to me. That is all I know. As for their re-opening the question of my husband’s death and the suggestion that I was in New York on that night, well, they’ll have to prove that, won’t they?”
“Yeah. I suppose they will,” I tell her. I am thinking that all the proof wanted is in the three letters from her to Granworth that I have got stored away in the safe at the Miranda House.
“Anyhow it was very nice of you to give me this warning,” she says. “It seems that I have a lot
