Fulton set his auger down, stood up straight with more trouble than he'd ever admit, and stared at the strongbox door. He stretched his fingers and heard the joints pop.
"Bring that candle over and we'll see."
Rosser emerged from the shadows and set a candle down on the floor. He went to the window, looked out, and then nodded. Fulton lit the candle. The drilled hole was to the right of the dial and wide enough to see the lock mechanism. He leaned up against the strongbox, and pressed his cheek against the iron door.