“We found this under his body,” said the detective. “You will note that the envelope has been slit open by some sharp instrument--in fact, such an instrument as was found in Remington’s hand when the body was discovered.” His lordship pondered this. “Possibly he surprised them in the act of opening the envelope, and snatched it away,” he said, and again the detective nodded. “I agree with you that that is also a plausible theory,” he said. “Had he a key of the safe?” Lord Claythorpe hesitated. “Not that I know,” he said. “Why, yes, of course, he had! I did not realize it. Yes, Remington had a key.” “And is this the key?” Peter Dawes handed his lordship a long steel key which he had taken from his pocket, and Lord Claythorpe examined it intently. “Yes,” he said, “that is undoubtedly one of the keys of the safe. Where did you find it?” “Under the table,” said the detective. “Are there any other clues?” asked his lordship after a pause, and this time Peter did not immediately answer. “Yes, there is one,” he said. “We found in the dead man’s hand a small visiting-card.” “What was the name?” asked the other quickly. “The name was Mr. Jamieson Steele, who, I believe, was a former employee of yours.” “Steele! By heaven! That fits in with what I have been saying all along!” cried Claythorpe. “So Steele was in it!” “It doesn’t follow because this card was found in Remington’s hand that the card belonged to the burglar,” said Peter quietly. “It is not customary in criminal circles for murderers to leave their cards upon their victims, as I daresay your lordship knows.” Claythorpe looked at him sharply. “This does not seem to me to be a moment when you can exercise your sarcasm at my expense,” he growled. “I tell you Steele is a blackguard, and is the kind of man who would assist this notorious woman in her undertakings. Of course, if you’re going to shield him----” “I shield nobody,” said Peter coldly. “I would not even shield your lordship if I had the slightest evidence against you. Of that you may be sure.” Lord Claythorpe winced. “This is a heavy loss for you,” said Peter, who was ignorant of the contents of the safe. Then, noticing the other’s silence, he asked quickly: “You will, of course, give me the fullest information as to what the safe contained. And you can’t do better than tell me now. Was it ready money?” Lord Claythorpe shook his head. “Nothing but securities,” he said, “and those not of a negotiable character.” “Your securities?” asked Peter. “What was their value?” “About a quarter of a million,” said his lordship, and Peter gasped. “Your money?” he asked again. “No,” hesitated Lord Claythorpe. “Not my money, but a trust fund----” Peter sprang up from the table. “You don’t mean to say that this was the fortune of Miss Joyce Wilberforce about which we were talking this morning?” His lordship nodded.