But he was thorough.

For twenty years, in that bare little room, with all the patience of an engineer, he assembled a record.

Every document, every transaction, every piece of proof of what those men had really done, gathered and organized and preserved, and placed in the safe-deposit box that key opens.

He did not just protect you, Evelyn.

He built a second trap, right alongside the first, and he built it so precisely that it stayed harmless as long as he lived and then slammed shut on those men the very moment his death certificate was signed.

In dying, he set you free, and in the same stroke, he finally caught them.