"Absolutely."
Luke shrugged his shoulders. He began to move slowly toward the door.
"Here!" said Leighton sharply. "Where're you going?"
Luke scarcely looked at him.
"I'm going to write my resignation."
Leighton was startled, but he tried not to show it.
"Very well," he said, "write it. But don't be too fast: you may hand over those letters first."
"Letters?" Luke seemed never to have heard the word before. "What letters?"
"Why do you try so hard to be an ass, Huber?" The District-Attorney extended his hand for the papers that he had given Luke during the interview with Rollins. "Drop all this resignation rot—My letters, of course."
Luke's face met Leighton's fairly.