“‘Oh, well,’ I said, with a false laugh. ‘It is nothing to me. To-morrow I will hunt through my papers at the safe deposit company and I will see if the package is among them.’ “‘Can’t you look to-day?’ she asked, with great eagerness. “‘No,’ I replied; ‘to-day is a holiday and the vault is closed.’ “‘Then I suppose I must wait. What time shall I call upon you to-morrow?’ “‘About eleven o’clock,’ I answered. “‘I will be here on time,’ she said, and she arose from her chair. “‘Where are you living?’ I inquired. “‘At No. -- West Nineteenth Street,’ she replied. “‘With your mother?’ “‘My mother has been dead five years. I reside in a flat alone.’ “‘Are you married?’ “‘No, no,’ she laughed. “I wanted to question her further, but I refrained. “Isabella departed. “As soon as she was out of the room I locked the door. “I had lied to her, Mr. Carter. The box with the contents of my old safe in it was not in the vault of the safe deposit company, but it was resting under my bed. “I pulled it out into the center of the room and unlocked it. I examined the contents, and at last came across the package with the name of Edward Peters written across the face. “It was sealed. “I broke the seals and tore off the wrapper. “Another wrapper was beneath, and upon it was writing. “I read the indorsement. “As the words appeared before my eyes I was so overcome with excitement that I could not move or think for some time.” Mr. Wright paused, looked at Carter, put his hand into the breast pocket of his coat, and pulled out a large package. CHAPTER V. AN IMPORTANT PACKAGE. “This is the package,” Mr. Wright ejaculated, as he held up the bundle. “I have not opened it.” “What is the indorsement?” Carter asked. “Listen and I will read.” “Read.” “‘Papers relating to the Lawrence will case.’” “The deuce you say!” “Read for yourself.” Mr. Wright handed the package to the detective. Carter took hold of it and read the indorsement. “The writing is bold and clear,” he said. “No name signed to it.” “It is peculiar,” Mr. Wright rejoined. “It seems strange that this should turn up just at this time, and it is remarkable that I should have been impelled to act as I did.” “Yes,” Carter remarked, and he became thoughtful, while he held the package in his hand and gazed at it fixedly. “What do you suppose those papers contain?” “We will examine them.” “Why was Isabella Porter so anxious to get possession of them?” “That we will have to find out.” “Who was Edward Peters?” “I can’t answer the question.” Carter laughed as he glanced at Mr. Wright, who joined him, remarking: “If I were not so excited I would never have asked such a question, Mr. Carter.” “I am aware of that.” “Let us examine those papers. There may be something in them which will furnish you with a clew.” “Or they may deepen the mystery.” Carter broke the seals and tore off the wrapper. Five documents fell into his lap.