"Nothing much," returned Carton unhesitatingly, "just some
personal photographs--of no real value except to me. Most of them
were amateur photographs, too, pictures of myself in various
groups at different times and places that I kept for the
associations."

"Nothing that might be used by an enemy for any purpose?"
suggested Kennedy.

Carton laughed. "More likely to be used by friends," he replied
frankly.

Still, I felt that there must have been some sinister purpose back
of the robbery. In that respect it was like the scientific
cracking of Langhorne's safe. Langhorne, too, though he had been
robbed, had been careful to disclaim the loss of anything of
value. I frankly had not believed Langhorne, yet Carton was not of
the same type and I felt that his open face would surely have
disclosed to us any real loss that he suffered or apprehension
that he felt over the robbery.

I was forced to give it up, and I think Kennedy, too, had decided
not to worry over the crossing of any bridges until at least we
knew that there were bridges to be crossed.

Carton was worried more by the discovery that one he had trusted
even as a valet had proved unfaithful. He knew, however, as well
as we did that one of the commonest methods of the underworld when
they wished to pull off a robbery was to corrupt one of the