"I don't know what ever made you imagine that," he said. "But now that you find that it is so, of what service is it?"
"We will speak of that later," answered Ashton-Kirk.
Pendleton was about to say something more, but just then Fuller knocked and entered.
"The report on Allan Morris," said he.
"Ah, thanks." The investigator took the compactly typed sheets, and then he continued: "Tell Burgess that he need not bother about the man Locke whom he mentions. Say that I have already located him."
"Very well," and Fuller left the room.
For a space there was no sound save that which came from the street and the rustle of the pages as Ashton-Kirk went through them.
"Well," asked Pendleton, finally. "What now?"
"Morris," replied his friend, "does not develop like Hume. Fuller suspected that he'd prove colorless, and so it has turned out. However, I'll read what he says. It's headed:
"'A Second Report on Allan Morris