“Hello!” said he. “There we are.”
He pointed to some neatly tied packets in the bottom of a drawer.
“They are the things—the rolls of blank paper I saw Miss Knowles looking at in the storage room,” said he.
Ashton-Kirk took up one of the packets and untied it. Very carelessly, as Scanlon thought, he ran over the sheets; then he tossed them back in the drawer.
“I think,” said the crime specialist, after a moment, “that we have seen about all we want to see for a space. Inside, that is. But outside there may be one or two little matters which it would be well to pick up.” He was about to turn away from the desk; then pausing, he reopened one of the drawers and took out a tangled mass of strings which lay in the bottom of it. “Put these in your pocket,” said he, handing them to Scanlon. “
