“And I have wanted so much to ask you how you got on with the General?” murmured Randall.
“Never mind that now. You took everything out of the safe, and burned it?”
“Everything except the papers relating to Rumbold. Those I kept in case of accidents.”
“And you were going to hush the whole thing up? Let Rumbold get away with it?”
“You must remember that I am not a policeman, Superintendent. I am merely concerned with my family's good name.”
“However much I personally may sympathise with that point of view, it was wrong, Mr Matthews!”
“Well, that isn't going to worry me,” said Randall tranquilly.
“Where is that statement you said you had for me?” asked Hannasyde.
Randall looked at him with amused comprehension. “My dear Superintendent! Oh, but this isn't worthy of you! Did you really think I was going to hand it you, all guileless and trusting?”
“Where is it?” repeated Hannasyde.