I unlocked the door and, entering, threw open a shutter.
There sat the dead man as I had left him, only his head had fallen over a little.

She gazed at him, trembling, then advanced and kissed his cold forehead, muttering, "Good-bye, father.

Oh! good-bye, father." A thought struck me, and I asked-- "Is there any place here where your father locked up things?
As I have shown you, you are his heiress, and if so it might be as well in this house that you should possess yourself of his property." "There is a safe in the corner," she answered, "of which he always kept the key in his trouser pocket." "Then with your leave I will open it in your presence." Going to the dead man I searched his pocket and found in it a bunch of keys.

These I withdrew and went to the safe over which a skin rug was thrown.

I unlocked it easily enough.