A knock came upon the door, and Stumph, Ashton-Kirk's grave-faced man servant, entered with a card.
"It is the gentleman who called yesterday while you were out," said Stumph.
The secret agent took the card and read:
"Mr. Philip Warwick."
"He asked me to say," proceeded Stumph, "that his business is urgent and important."
"Let him come up."
Stumph went out. Fuller began fingering a packet of documents which he took from the table.
"I suppose," said he, "that I may as well file these Schofield-Dempster papers away."
"Yes, the matter is finished, so far as we are concerned. It was interesting at first, but I'm rather glad to be rid of it. The piquancy of the situation was lost when the 'forgeries' were found to have been no forgeries at all; and the family despair is a trifle trying."