"Come in," Mr. Westing said.
"Thank you."
"What's all that you're carrying?"
"Educational material. Mind if I set it up?"
"Go right ahead."
He poured himself a brandy and soda and watched. The young man seemed nervous and strained as he set up a hemispherical device which seemed to be a projector.
Mr. Westing glanced at a leatherette folder the young man had put aside while he worked. The folder bore a neatly labelled title: Prospects.
His heart skipped a beat.
He made sure the young man was absorbed in his work. Then he carefully leafed through the book.
"This Marline Harris looks like an interesting case. What's she like?"