“The Mystery has been searched.”
“Well, somewhere.”
“That's the point—where?” Chick looked up with a quick smile. “When I mislay anything,” he said, “I stop and try to think of all the most likely places where I might have placed it.
“Then, before beginning my search I think of all the most unlikely places.
“And I begin with the unlikeliest of the unlikely, see?”
“Yes.”
“On the theory that if I had placed the article in a likely place it would not have been lost.”
“Exactly.”
“Hatfield is a shrewd fellow, I take it from your notes.”
“Very.”