He laid down on the bed in front of Tom a copy of the trust deed, and walked away.
CHAPTER XXI
THE CLUE
For the moment Tom was so surprised that he did not move. He lay there, looking at the curiously pasted-together document, so strangely restored to him. Flack was on his way out of the room. Then Tom realized he must know more about the matter.
“I say, Flack—wait a moment!” he called after the janitor.
“Yes, sir.”
“Just a minute. Come here. Where did you get this?”
Flack did not answer at once. He approached the bed, looked carefully around to see that no one was within hearing, and leaning over, whispered:
“I got it out of his waste-paper basket.”
“Whose?” asked Tom, though he knew well enough.
“The man that run you down, Mr. Taylor, sir. I got it out of Captain Hawkesbury’s waste-paper basket.”