"You'll find things in a mess, but whatever was there is there now.

I've destroyed nothing." Wrayson seated himself before the desk, and began a careful search.

There were restaurant bills without number, and a variety of ladies' cards, more or less soiled.

There were Empire and Alhambra programmes, a bundle of racing wires, and an account from a bookmaker showing a small debit balance.

There were other miscellaneous bills, a plaintive epistle from a lady signing herself Flora, and begging for the loan of a fiver for a week, and an invitation to tea from a spinster who called herself Poppy.
Amongst all this mass of miscellaneous documents there were only three which Wrayson laid on one side for further consideration.