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"It would seem that Rochester is still in the city," remarked Clymer.
"Do you know, Kent, whether he had his office keys with him?"
"I presume so," Kent slipped his hand inside his pocket and took
out a bunch of keys. "He left these duplicates in his desk at the
office."
"Sure they are duplicates?" questioned Ferguson, and Kent flushed.
"I know they are," he retorted. "Rochester had them made over a
year ago as a matter of convenience, for he was always forgetting
his keys, and kept these at our office."
"He's a queer cuss," was the detective's only comment and Clymer
broke into the conversation.
"Did you find any address or paper in the safe which might prove
a clew, Ferguson?" he inquired.
"Nothing, not even a scrap of paper," and the detective's tone was
glum.
"Did the safe look as if its contents had been tumbled about?"
asked Kent.
"No, everything seemed in order." Ferguson thrust his hand inside
his coat pocket. "There was one envelope in the right hand
compartment which puzzled me -"
"Hold on - was that compartment also unlocked?" asked Kent.
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