“May I speak to you for two minutes?”
“I can’t speak to anybody for one minute,” growled Jack. “Who are you, anyway, and who let you in?”
“I am a detective from the Foreign Office,” said Michael, lowering his voice, and Jack’s manner changed.
“Anything wrong?” he asked, as he accompanied the detective into his sanctum.
Jack laid down the sheet of paper with its typed characters on the table.
“Who wrote that?” he asked.
Jack Knebworth looked at the manuscript and shook his head.
“I’ve never seen it before. What is it all about?”
“You’ve never seen this manuscript at all?”
“No, I’ll swear to that, but I dare say my scenario man will know all about it. I’ll send for him.”