"For the money--uncle’s money, you know!" she cried impatiently, as she saw no sign of comprehension on my face. "Why, I guess we can let you have whatever you need," I said. "It had better go to you than to the creditors’ attorneys." "No--no!" she cried, grasping my arm and looking up in my face, "I don’t mean that. I mean the money that uncle put away. It’s in the safe deposit vaults." "The safe deposit vaults!" I cried, grasping her meaning at last. "Why didn’t I think of that?" "I ran as soon as I heard the words," she said. "Am I in time?" "To the minute," I said. And at the words she sank into a chair with the reaction from the stress of anxiety. Brown knew nothing of any safe deposit vault, so with a hasty word of explanation to General Wilson, I seized my hat, and said to Laura: "You had better come over with me." "I suppose I’d best go," she said. "It’s a feeling I have, and as I don’t have such inspirations very often I’d better obey this one." "How did you find out about the money?" I asked as we descended the stairs. "Why, uncle got dreadfully uneasy this morning, and I couldn’t quiet him. He went over and over his words--’million,’ and ’notes,’ and ’five-sixteen’--and sometimes he called your name, and sometimes he called for Mr. Brown, and he was much vexed that you didn’t understand him. Then about half an hour ago he cried out angrily, ’Go over to the safe deposit and get it. Why don’t you do as I tell you?’ At that I flew, and here I am." And she looked up in my face with an anxious smile. The safe deposit building was but half a block away, and we were soon in the office. There was a minute or two of consultation between the officials when I had delivered my credentials as the representative of Wharton Kendrick. Then one of them asked: "Have you the key number of the box?" I was nonplussed for the moment, but Laura Kendrick whispered: "Remember the number he has been calling out for the last two nights." "Five-sixteen," I replied confidently. The guardians of the treasure-house bowed, led me to the vaults and at my demand unlocked the box. At the top of the miscellaneous papers that the box contained were two book-like packages, both marked with the inspiring figures "$500,000." I tore off the wrapping of the larger package. It was filled with gold notes of large denominations, and the slip that bound them was indorsed "For the Syndicate." The other package proved to be filled with United States bonds. It was all clear now. Wharton Kendrick had deposited his contribution to the syndicate’s fund in this box instead of in the special account in the Golconda Bank, and had provided here his reserve of securities with which to meet the outstanding notes. Laura Kendrick exclaimed with delight at the sight of this wealth. "Is it all there?" she cried.