“Come into the office as often as you like, in reason,” Laverick said, showing him out, “but not here again. Keep your eyes open, and let me know if you think you’ve been followed here.”
“There’s no more news in the papers, sir? Nothing turned up?”
“Nothing,” replied Laverick. “If the police have found out anything at all, they will keep it until after the inquest.”
“And you’ve heard nothing, sir,” Shepherd asked, speaking in a hoarse whisper, “of Mr. Morrison?”
“Nothing,” Laverick answered. “Mr. Morrison is abroad.”
The man wiped his forehead with his hand.
“Of course!” he muttered. “A good job, too, for him!”
CHAPTER XXVI
THE DOCUMENT DISCOVERED
On the following morning, Laverick surprised his office cleaner and one errand-boy by appearing at about a quarter to nine. He found a woman busy brushing out his room and a man Cleaning the windows. They stared at him in amazement. His arrival at such an hour was absolutely unprecedented.
“You can leave the office just as it is, if you please,” he told them. “I have a few things to attend to at once.”