Brown had handed to him with
instructions to hand it to the patrol. He had seen Mr. Brown in a cab
outside the building, and Mr. Brown had the appearance of being very
ill.
The packet contained the second key of Vault 39.
'But this'll be no use till to-morrow,' was the patrol's comment, 'and
by then--'
CHAPTER XIII
MR. GALPIN
When the patrol and Simon between them had explained the mysterious and
fatal situation to Mr. Jack Galpin, Mr. Jack Galpin leaned against one
of the marble tables in the waiting-room, and roared with laughter.
'Well,' observed Mr. Galpin, 'he didn't have his Safe Deposit built for
nothing, anyhow!'
And he laughed again.
'But he's slowly dying in there!' said Simon.
'Yes, I know,' said Mr. Galpin. 'That's what makes it such a good joke.'
'I don't see it, sir,' Simon remarked.
'Simply because your sense of humour is a bit off. What are you?'
'I am Mr. Hugo's man.'
'My respects.'
Mr. Galpin had arrived with Inspector Winter, and Inspector Winter had
introduced him as knowing more about safes than any other man in
England, or perhaps in Europe. After the introduction, Inspector Winter,
being pressed for time, had departed. Mr. Galpin was aged about forty,
and looked like an extremely successful commercial traveller.
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