"So much I gather," said T. B. "A client's?"
"A very depressed and agitated client—feel."
T. B.'s fingers touched the little handkerchief; it was still quite damp. He nodded.
"The rosebud?"
"Did you notice our austere banker's button-hole?"
"Not particularly—but I remember no flowers."
"No," agreed Van Ingen, "there were no flowers. I noticed particularly that his buttonhole was sewn, and yet——"
"And yet?"
"Hidden in one of those drawers was a bunch of these roses. I saw them when he was getting your balance-sheet."
"H'm!" T. B. tapped the table impatiently.