"But as Miss Baird is her aunt's nearest living relative, would she not inherit her aunt's property?" asked Rodgers. "Possibly; but Ben Potter may claim his share of the estate," the lawyer pointed out. "Estate!" broke in Kitty with a nervous laugh. "Poor Aunt Susan had only this house and its dilapidated furniture. Ben is welcome to his share." "Just a moment," Craige interrupted in his turn. "Your aunt must have left a will or some legal document regarding the disposal of her property. She had a great habit of tucking her papers away. You recollect our search for the tax receipts, Kitty?" Kitty's face brightened into one of her mischievous smiles, while her eyes twinkled. "Aunt Susan was secretive," she acknowledged. "It was a case of searching for lump sugar even, when she was in the mood for hiding things." "Hiding!" Rodgers rose to his feet and his eyes sought the bench where he had found the trap-door. "Come here, Miss Baird," and he beckoned them to approach. "I opened that by accident just before Mr. Craige arrived--see." Kitty slipped her hand inside the cavity and drew out the key. "I remember the trap-door," she said. "If you press on a spring concealed in one of the boards, the door drops inward. But what does this tag mean?" and they read the words aloud: This key unlocks the inside drawer of the highboy in the blue room on the fourth floor. "Let us go and see what it means," suggested Rodgers, and Craige nodded his agreement. "Lead the way, Kitty," he added. "Do you need a lamp?" "There is a candlestick outside my bedroom door, and we can light the gas jets as we go through the halls," she replied. Pausing only long enough to pick up several small match boxes, she led the way out of the library and up the long staircase. A light was burning dimly in the first hall and Rodgers turned it up before following Kitty and her godfather to the next story. From there they hurried to the fourth floor, Kitty's candle but intensifying the darkness. The stuffy atmosphere of a room long unused greeted them as they entered a large square room facing the front of the house. With the aid of her candle, Kitty located the one gas jet and by its feeble rays they looked about them. The room evidently obtained its name from its faded blue wall paper. The old four-post bed and the massive mahogany furniture belonged to another and richer generation, but Rodgers had no time to investigate its beauties, his attention being focussed on a highboy standing near one of the windows. Kitty again read the message on the tag before approaching the highboy. "The inside drawer," she repeated. "What does she mean?" For answer Rodgers pulled open the nearest drawer. It was filled with old finery, and after tumbling its contents about, Kitty closed it.