“I don’t think we can do any more here,” said Collins.
“You’ve searched all these books and the furniture for any documents?” said Sinclair.
“What do you expect to find?” said Boyce.
“One never knows,” said Sinclair hastily.
The man addressed said, “Yes, sir, and we have been through all his papers as you told us; there appears to be nothing of importance. He was very methodical, and did not appear to keep any private documents here. Perhaps they are in Devonshire.”
“We are trying to find the whereabouts of the new Baronet, who was last heard of in Monte Video,” said Sinclair.
“I see you are,” said Boyce; “but I should have thought that would have been for the relatives to do. It does not seem a Home Office matter.”
“Perhaps not,” said Sinclair; “but as he was Home Secretary?”
“Exactly, as an act of courtesy, perhaps,” and Boyce assumed a manner of importance. He had become a prominent man in the last few days. Sinclair breathed a sigh of relief. He was thinking of the letter which he had no intention of showing to anyone else.
There was a ring at the door, and the policeman on duty brought in a telegram.