The Achievements of Luther Trant
"Yes, it is a spring lock," Trant answered.
"And he had been burning papers." The president pointed quietly to the metal tray.
Dr. Reiland winced.
"Some one had been burning papers," Trant softly interpolated.
"Some one?" The president looked up sharply.
"These ashes were all in the tray, I think," Trant contented himself with answering. "They scattered when I opened the windows."
Joslyn lifted a stiletto letter-opener from the desk and tried to separate, so as to read, the carbonized ashes left in the tray. They fell into a thousand pieces; and as he gave up the hopeless attempt to decipher the writing on them, suddenly the young assistant bent before the couch, slipped his hand under the body, and drew out a crumpled paper. It was a recently canceled note for twenty thousand dollars drawn on the University regularly and signed by Dr. Lawrie, as treasurer. But as the young psychologist started to study it more closely, President