'No,' I said, 'No, it doesn't. I'm damned if I'll be thrust into the thing like this.'
'What about Farnell?' he murmured.
'What about him?'
'You want to know how he managed to kill himself on that glacier, don't you?' he suggested.
I nodded. He was right. I did want to know that. 'I wonder if anyone will come forward with information,' I murmured.
'Four million people take the Morning Record,' Dick said. 'Some of them will come to see you.'
He was right there. Within the next hour I had three journalists, several cranks, an insurance salesman and two fellows wanting to come as crew. In the end I got fed up. I wanted to see the Customs and there were other calls I had to make. 'See you for lunch at the Duke's Head,' I told Dick and left him to handle any more visitors himself.
When he joined me for lunch he handed me a large envelope. 'A B.M. & I. messenger brought it,' he said. 'It's from Sir Clinton Mann.'
'Anybody else been pestering you?' I asked as I slit open the envelope.
'A couple of reporters. That's all. Oh, and Miss Somers here.' He turned and I saw a girl standing close behind him. She was tall and fair haired. 'Miss Somers, this is Bill Gansert.'