At the moment another man in plain clothes came out of the sitting-room. He carried in his hand two or three letters, and a few scraps of crumpled paper. There was an envelope or two among them.
"We have finished, sir," he said to the Superintendent.
Mr. Figgis turned to the lawyer, who was looking rather fixedly at what the other man had in his hand.
"My document may be among those," he said.
Mr. Figgis handed them to him. There were two envelopes, both addressed to the missing man, one bearing his name only, some small torn-up scrap of paper, and three or four private letters.
"Is it among these?" he asked.
Mr. Taynton turned them over.
"No," he said, "it was—it was a large, yes, a large blue paper, official looking."
"No such thing in the flat, sir," said the second man.
"Very annoying," said the lawyer.