“Delighted,” murmured Randall. “But I'm afraid I didn't discover anything of very much importance.”
“My information,” said Hannasyde, “is that you asked Brown if he knew where Hyde kept his papers.”
It was a bold stroke, but if its design was to make Randall betray the least sign of uneasiness it failed. “And does your information include Brown's answer?” inquired Randall politely.
“I am waiting for you to tell me what that was, Mr Matthews. And I think you would be wise to do so.”
“My dear Superintendent, you mustn't—you really mustn't utter veiled threats to me,” said Randall with gentle reproach. “They are quite unnecessary, believe me. If you don't know where Hyde's papers are—but I find that almost incredible—I will tell you. They are in a safe-deposit. Now, isn't that disheartening? I paid ten pounds for the knowledge, too.”
“Why didn't you bring this news to me, Mr Matthews?”
“But why should I?” asked Randall, very bland. “Surely if I could discover it, you clever experts could do so too?”
“We experts,” said Hannasyde, nettled, “are not allowed to resort to bribery!”
“Ah, I daresay that hinders you considerably,” nodded Randall.
“What made you take so sudden an interest in Hyde?” asked Hannasyde. “When last I saw you you were at pains to convince me that you had no interest in him.”