"Oh, what's the good, Clarke? You are slow this evening. I just thought I'd wake you up."
"Furneaux!"
"Fancy not knowing me!"
"It was you!"
"Who else? Here's your Janocy document. You might let me have a look at it. Share and share alike."
Clarke tried to retrieve lost prestige, though his hand shook as he took the paper.
"Well—I—could have sworn it was you!" he said.
"Of course you could—and did, no doubt. Let's have a glimpse at those documents."
"But what were you doing in the Fraternal Club, anyhow? Something on in that line?"
"No. An idle hour. Chance of picking up a stray clew. I sometimes do dive into those depths without special object. You managed that to a T with Janoc. Where are the other papers? Hand them over."