They’ve all been so damned useless.”
Ellery laughed. “There’s a theory, Mr. Priam, that’s in your power to affirm or deny. Was your first gift useless, too? The one in the first cardboard box?”
Priam did not lift his head.
“Mr. Priam. What was in that box?”
Priam gave no sign that he heard.
“What do these things mean?”
Priam did not reply.
“May we have this wallet for examination?” asked Keats.
Priam simply sat there.
“Seems to me I caught the flicker of one eyelash, Mr. Queen.” Keats wrapped the wallet carefully in the tissue paper and tucked it back in the box. “I’ll drop you off at your place and then take this down to the Lab.”