"In some degree perhaps; but I've gone into that a little. Sir Dominick Ferrand had no children, and he left no brothers and no sisters. His wife survived him, but she died ten years ago. He can have had no heirs and no executors to speak of, for he left no property."
"That's to his honour and against your theory," said Mr. Locket.
"I have no theory. He left a largeish mass of debt," Peter Baron added. At this Mr. Locket got up, while his visitor pursued: "So far as I can ascertain, though of course my inquiries have had to be very rapid and superficial, there is no one now living, directly or indirectly related to the personage in question, who would be likely to suffer from any steps in the direction of publicity. It happens to be a rare instance of a life that had, as it were, no loose ends. At least there are none perceptible at present."
"I see, I see," said Mr. Locket. "But I don't think I should care much for your article."
"What article?"
"The one you seem to wish to write, embodying this new matter."
"Oh, I don't wish to write it!" Peter exclaimed. And then he bade his host good-by.
"Good-by," said Mr. Locket. "Mind you, I don't say that I think there's nothing in it."
"You would think there was something in it if you were to see my documents."
"I should like to see the secret compartment,"
