"I don't suppose you file them?" went on Ferrars.
"File the Herald! No, I fire them, or Jude does."
"I wish you had not. The fact is I want very much to get hold of a copy dated November last, the 27th. Do you recall the bit of paper I took from Charles Brierly's desk-top to demonstrate that something had been hastily pulled from the letter file by that clever boy of whom Mrs. Fry could tell so little?"
"Yes; surely." The doctor now began to look seriously interested.
"Well, the stolen paper was a newspaper clipping, cut from the Herald of November 27th last."
"Upon my word! But there, I won't ask questions."
"You need not. Did you not observe me looking over the papers in the rack?"
"Yes."
"Possibly you saw me with a paper in my hand soon after?"
The doctor stared and shook his head. "I've no eye for sleight-of-hand," he grumbled.