He was halfway across the lobby when someone caught him by the elbow. He whirled, half angrily. It was Hamilton, threadbare cap in hand.
"You forgot something," said Hamilton, holding out the leaflets Sutton had left lying on the floor.
VIII
The desk buzzer snarled at Adams and he thumbed it up.
"Yes," he said. "What is it?"
Alice's words tumbled over one another. "The file, sir. The Sutton file."
"What about the Sutton file?"
"It's gone, sir."
"Someone is using it."
"No, sir, not that. It has been stolen."