Again there is silence. WALTER and COKESON steal glances at JAMES, who stands staring steadily at the detective.
COKESON. [Expansively] We're very busy at the moment. If you could make it convenient to call again we might be able to tell you then.
JAMES. [Decisively] I'm a servant of the Law, but I dislike peaching. In fact, I can't do such a thing. If you want him you must find him without us.
As he speaks his eye falls on FALDER'S cap, still lying on the table, and his face contracts.
WISTER. [Noting the gesture—quietly] Very good, sir. I ought to warn you that, having broken the terms of his licence, he's still a convict, and sheltering a convict.
JAMES. I shelter no one. But you mustn't come here and ask questions which it's not my business to answer.
WISTER. [Dryly] I won't trouble you further then, gentlemen.
COKESON. I'm sorry we couldn't give you the information. You quite understand, don't you? Good-morning!
WISTER turns to go, but instead of going to the door of the outer office he goes to the door of the clerks' room.
COKESON. The other door.... the other door!