The clerk went.
There was a pause, then Bradley said, “This could cost me my job. The cram must have switched the papers.”
“You mean he’s taken the contents of the file and left that as a dummy?”
Bradley nodded.
“Must have done. There was a photograph and a description and our progress report when I gave it to him.”
“No copies?”
He shook his head.
I thought for a moment.
“The fella who asked for the file,” I said, “was he tall, dark, powerful; a sort of movie-star type?”
Bradley stared at him.