Wittekind drew himself up. "Neither would I, Mrs. Boldero. Allow me."
He took up his "house" telephone. "Ask Mr. Forest to come to me at once." He turned to Doria. "Let us get to the bottom of this. Mr. Forest is my literary adviser—everything goes through his hands."
They waited in silence until Mr. Forest appeared. "You remember the Boldero manuscripts?"
"Of course."
"What were they, manuscript or typescript?"
"Typescript."
"Have you even seen any of Mr. Boldero's original manuscript?"
"No."
"Do you think any of it has ever come into the office?"
"I'm sure it hasn't."