“We have no key,” Mr. Drew admitted. “Isn’t there one in the bank which will fit the box?” He knew some small banks had this.
“No, we did away with that when we got our regular vault,” said the banker. “But—wait a minute,” he added suddenly. “I think I can help you out.”
He disappeared into another part of the bank and presently came back holding up a sealed envelope.
“That man had two keys for his box and he left one here in my possession, sealed up as you can see. As you have a court order I feel you are entitled to this key,” and he handed the envelope to Mr. Drew.
The envelope was marked with Josiah Crowley’s assumed name, also the number of his box. It contained a small, flat key, nothing more.
“Now we will go to the boxes,” said the bank official.
Nancy and her father followed the president into the main part of the bank. They were then admitted into a small room which was protected by heavily barred doors. Finally, they entered the vault which contained the safety deposit boxes.
The president inserted a small key in a lock, then used the key given to Mr. Drew and finally pulled out a metal box which bore the number 148. Politely, he handed the box to Mr. Drew, who quickly lifted the lid and peered inside. Unable to resist the temptation, Nancy peeped over her father’s shoulder.
The box was empty save for one document in the bottom.
“Oh, it must be the will!” Nancy cried before Mr. Drew could examine the paper.