We were hammering away at this when Dagara entered.
“You asked for me, sir?”
“Oh, yes. Bring me the file of personal letters—A to F. That brings us back from the general question to your part in particular, Mr. Donnington,” he said, when the secretary had gone out again.
“You must not press me any more. I cannot do what you ask.”
But he did press me very strongly indeed, and then Dagara returned with the file of letters.
“I want that which Mr. Donnington wrote about the Rua Catania affair. Just find it.”
I was not a little curious to see whether the copy I had made had been returned.
“I think I left it in my desk,” said Dagara.
“Oh, how many times have I told you to file these at once.”
“I did file it, sir, but if you remember you asked for it when you were dictating the reply to Mr. Donnington.”