"Sure to."
"Have you any other information, or evidence, or exhibit, for me?"
"Not a scrap."
"Mr. Varr's death must alter your plans, of course. May I ask if you are returning to New York this afternoon or evening?"
Creighton knew perfectly well that Norvallis had been eager to put that question since the moment he had come into the room. He shook his head smilingly.
"Mr. Bolt has invited me to do what I can to recover the notebook that was stolen from Mr. Varr's desk."
"Oh." Norvallis exchanged a quick glance with the Sheriff. "Then, in a sense, we'll be working together. Possibly it hasn't occurred to Mr. Bolt that when the murderer is found, the thief will be found."
"Yes, he knows that. But my inquiry may diverge from yours, Mr. Norvallis. It may have to go farther than yours. Of course, you realize that yourself."
"Eh? Ah—yes, yes!" said the other blankly.
"I expect our relations will be both amicable and of mutual benefit," continued Creighton cheerfully. "If I turn up anything good I'll let you know, and I can hope for as much from you, can't I?"