"It's worth while reviewing the facts, though," went on Clayton. "Maybe between us we can figure who did swipe it."
"No students around," said Owens.
"True. But anybody could have lounged outside till Bob left and then walked up into his office, without much risk of being seen. Right?"
Kintyre nodded. His neck ached with tension.
"Okay." Clayton blew a smoke ring. "I guess we can rule out an ordinary thief. He wouldn't pick a college building. How about other people with offices there?"
Kintyre stirred. "Now, wait," he began.
Clayton waved him back. "Take it easy, Bob. Just for the record, is anybody but you working in that place between sessions?"
"Well, some," he forced himself to say. "It's a sizable department. And then the clerical staff, and janitors. But for God's sake!"
"Their own office doors wouldn't be locked, though?"
"Hm? No, I suppose not. At least, a number wouldn't be. Even if they weren't in today, there'd be nothing to steal."