"From Berwick--my principal, Mr.Lindsey, has to do with that case." He nodded at a pile of newspapers, which stood, with a heavy book on top of it, on a side table near his desk.
"So I see from these papers," he remarked.

"I've read all I could about the affairs of both Phillips and Crone, ever since I heard that my name and address had been found on Phillips.

Has any further light been thrown on that?
Of course, there was nothing much in my name and address being found on the man, nor would there be if they were found on any man.

As you see, I'm a general agent for various sorts of foreign merchandise, and this man had likely been recommended to me--especially if he was from America." "There's been no further light on that matter, Mr.Smeaton," I answered.

He had pointed me to a chair at his desk side by that time, and we were mutually inspecting each other.