The large mahogany desk was cluttered with opened mail and unpaid utility bills.

In the corner stood the grandfather clock, its brass pendulum completely still.

I knelt on the Persian rug, my knees sinking into the soft wool.

I reached behind the base of the clock, my fingers searching the dusty wood.

Near the bottom, my nails caught on a seam in the backing.

I pulled, and a small square panel popped loose with a dry click.

Inside the dark recess lay a black velvet drawstring pouch.

I pulled it out and opened it, letting a small black USB drive fall into my hand.

“Is this it?” Arthur asked, leaning down beside me.

“Yes,” I said.

I sat at Daniel’s desk and opened Arthur’s laptop, plugging the drive into the side port.

A password prompt immediately appeared on the screen.

“Do you know the password?” Arthur asked.

“Try his mother’s maiden name and her birth year,” I said. “He used that for everything.”

Arthur typed in ‘Vance1952’.

The folder opened, revealing a series of PDF bank statements from a financial institution in Switzerland.