Nine
No matter how you looked at it, that was a lot of money. It hurt me just to think of that much money floating around the world. Only it probably wasn’t floating, but was solidly anchored somewhere, so that no unauthorized person could get to it. The problem would be to find out where it was, and that couldn’t be solved by sitting down and asking yourself where you’d go if you were twenty-two million dollars.
I went to the two banks I’d found listed in the book in Masters’s desk. Each of them had a mortgage on property owned by Harry Masters. The payments had been made regularly. Yes, they knew that Masters was dead, but they were certain, based on their previous dealings, that the payments would be taken over by the estate or by the corporation. I also found another bank which held
