all this for some time, but made no comment. Finally, he said: âWell, thenâthat box.â
âThatâs more difficult still,â said Bohun. âYou can see that itâs a good lockâa five-lever-more like a strongbox than a deed box. It can be forced, as Sergeant Cockerill demonstratedâbut it wouldnât be easy to pick, I should thinkânot without leaving traces.â
âRight,â said Hazlerigg. âAnd the keys.â
âThe boxes were in sets. Each partnerâs room had a set. There was a master key for each set, with a âsingle variantâ key for each box in the set. But no key of one set would fit another set. The partner concerned kept the ring of keys for his boxes, and the master key, in case he lost an individual key.â
âWasnât that rather overelaborate?â
âYou just didnât know Abel Horniman,â said Bohun. âIt was right up his street. One keyâone boxâone client. I donât think the other partners enjoyed the system quite so much. Birley lost all his keys in the course of time and had to have a new set made. Craine, I know, keeps his boxes permanently unlocked. But that doesnât affect the point at issue, since none of their keys would Fit the Ichabod Stokes box, anyway. Only Abel Horniman had that keyâand apparently he didnât have it either. I donât know what Bob Hornimanâs story isâbut Miss Cornel says that he couldnât find either the key for this particular box, or the master. The other seventeen were there all right.â
âThank you,â said Hazlerigg. âI think Iâd better have a word with Bob Horniman.â
Bob could tell him very little about the keys.
âI was fatherâs sole executor,â he explained. âAnd I took everything over. There were a lot of keys. House keys as well as office keys. I knew that this bunch belonged to the office, so I brought them here and kept them in my desk drawer. I never realized that one of them was missing. I used the others from time to time to open various boxesââ
âBut, of course, youâd never had occasion to go to this particular box until this morning.â
âWell, no, I hadnât,â said Bob. âAs a matter of fact I hadnât really done much about the Ichabod Stokes Trust at all. It had been on my conscience a bitâbut a trust isnât like a conveyancing or litigation matter that has to be kept marching strictly alongâand you know how it is. I was a bit rushed and the least urgent job went to the wall.â
âI quite understand,â said Hazlerigg. âNow, about your father. Can you give me some idea of his routine? When he arrived at the office, and so on. Particularly in the last months of his life.â
Bob looked faintly surprised, but said: âHe had to take it quite easy. He was under doctorâs orders for the last six months. I think theyâd have been happier if he hadnât come to the office at all, but that was out of the question with Dad. The office was his life, you know. He used to get here at about half-past ten and leave at about half-past four.â
âI suppose that the rest of you arrived earlier than that.â
âGood Lord, yes,â said Bob. âNine-thirty sharp. Even Mr. Craine was usually behind his desk before ten oâclock.â
âI see. Were you and your father living together?â
âNo,â said Bob shortly. âIâve got a flat.â
âI suppose that your fatherâs house comes to you under the will. Are you going to live there now?â
Bob looked for a moment as if he was searching for some cause of offense in this question. In the end he said: âNo. Certainly not. I couldnât possibly keep it up. Itâs a great barracks of a place in Kensington.â
IV
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