CHAPTER 37About the time that Cicely was finding the afternoon intolerably long Grant Hathaway was entering the Superintendent’s office at Lenton and wondering whether he would still be a free man when he came out again.
Frank Abbott followed him into the room and shut the door. He sat down, and Frank sat down. Old Lamb sat there looking stuffed and florid, and no wonder. There was a raging fire. Grant put the temperature round about seventy. All very appropriate, since he was certainly going to be grilled.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Hathaway. There are just one or two points, if you don’t mind.”
“Oh, certainly.”
“In the course of your conversation with Louise Rogers, did she mention how she obtained your name and address?”
“Yes. She said I had dropped an envelope. Someone picked it up and
