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;iwith a man by the name of PadgU and Mr. Padgham sent Carter Bit a telegram in which he said ould employ you to draw up an rcment, that you were one of the -best and most conscientious attor|in the country. I just happened rnember your name and, not knowrlny lawyers whom I could trust, Eie to you." bst flattering," Mr. Foley agreed, l suppose Mr. Padgham's business ;1 Carter Wright should have had nching to do with that safe-deposit t-mind you, I'm not saying that it > because I don't know — but I'm ily outlining the possibility. You ljeadily see that, as an attorney, I v:l be placed in an impossible posi '<L but that key has nothing to do ■i Mr. Padgham's business!" Mrs. Tiler exclaimed. "I'm certain it :." ]j> you know the nature of Carter ijit's business with Mr. Padgham?" '(k, yes. It had something to do t'acting. Carter got to thinking he din actor. He was a very excellent tfeur until he started in training ia theatrical crowd — not real acS but amateurs. He entered the t) Theater plays and had some flatl> press notices — I'll say they were Wring! They flattered him to death ihe hasn't been worth anything 1 Of," Mr. Foley objected, "even if I pd to represent you, I couldn't do king except go to the police. The ler took charge of Carter Wright's Baal effects, everything that was in jckets or. . . ." lit that's what I want you to do! |(.t you to go to the coroner at once, jj'ou mustn't tell him whom you're risenting." fi Foley smiled. "I'm afraid I Hn't get hold of a key to a safeflit box unless I explained matters 1;— and even then the police would Si the lock box and inventory the ints in the presence of a repreItive of the estate inheritance-tax B.iser." Appointment flooded her features. Bsaid, impatiently, "Mr. Padgham Bin his telegram that you were a r.resoarceful attorney." i Foley said, sympathetically, "I'm nsorry, Mrs. Temmler, but I'd have I more than resourceful to get posin of that key ... In whose name E; box registered, yours?" i ell," she said, "you see. . . ." l.'S?" Mr. Foley asked, as she hesi 6 "It's rather a peculiar situation," she said. "The box is registered in such a way that whoever has possession of the key has access to the contents of the box. It's an arrangement . . . well, Mr. Foley, I suppose it's illegal, but you mentioned something just now about the state inheritance-tax appraiser. He's always supposed to be present when the safe-deposit boxes of dead persons are opened, isn't he?" "A representative of his office," Mr. Foley said, glancing significantly at me. "Well," she said glibly, "that's the reason we rented this box the way we did. It's rented under an assumed name. My husband told the banker he was negotiating an agreement with another party covering the possession of certain notes that had to do with a very valuable invention. The notes were too valuable to be delivered in the ordinary course of business and so my husband had arranged to give the purchaser the key to this box when the money was paid over. The bank was to give this purchaser, or his legal representatives, access to the box whenever he showed up with the key." "That," Mr. Foley said, "is highly irregular." "I know it's irregular. That's why my husband chose this country bank at Las Almiras. I don't suppose they have more than half a dozen safe-deposit boxes in all. And my husband signed a blank power of attorney which the banker agreed to fill in with the name of any person who might appear with the key." "Then the box actually does contain notes relating to an invention?" Mr. Foley asked. She said, "Well, there are some notes there, yes; but those are just a blind. There's currency in the box." "Where's your husband now?" "He's in New York." "Why don't you have your husband wire the banker that the key has been stolen and withdraw any authorization to enter the safe-deposit box?" "Because my husband doesn't know it's been stolen." "How does that happen?" "He trusted the key to me . . . Can't you see? That's why I'm so anxious to get it back. He'll think I was having an affair with the chauffeur. I must get it back without anyone knowing." Mr. FOLEY said, "I'm very sorry, Mrs. Temmler. There's nothing I can do. The entire affair sounds rather . . . well, rather bizarre. Incidentally, Mrs. Temmler, if the poljce have found any such key they didn't mention it to the Freshness . . .wins fame for Dixie Dunbar and Old Gold®, too ! hOuke and Duchess of Windsor, boarding the Conte Di Savoia from Genoa > annes, were greeted by old friends, Gladys Swarthout and her husband v ng behind her), Frank Chapman. Back of the Duchess, who is as glamorous /er, is Herman Rogers. 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