Here Stumph entered the study, and the investigator spoke to him.
"Bring me Volume IV, and at once, please."
After the grave-faced servant had left the room, Ashton-Kirk went on with his remarks to Burgess. Bat Scanlon sat quietly listening; there was something forlorn and sunken in the way his big frame rested in the padded chair, and the expression on his face was one of almost despair.
In a few moments Stumph appeared bearing a huge canvas-covered book; this he laid upon the table, and Ashton-Kirk at once began to turn the pages, filled with writing in a copper plate hand and ruled with great precision.
"I had intended to put Fuller on this," said he, as he scanned the entries, "but he's still deep in something else."
Burgess half arose and looked at the open pages. And as he settled back on the sofa, he nodded.
"Yes, he's clever at that. But I guess we can go through with it, and not bother him."
"Put down these names," said Ashton-Kirk. Burgess at once produced a note-book and a pencil. "Cato Jones," read the investigator.
"I know him," said Burgess as he jotted down the name. "A mulatto who keeps an antique shop in Farson Street."
"Judah Rosen."