By Adrian Boldero." On a brass ash-tray I noticed three cigarettes, of each of which only about an eighth of an inch had been smoked.

Jaffery, who had the key that used to hang at the end of Adrian's watch-chain, unlocked the iron safe.

Its heavy door swung back and revealed its contents: Three shelves crammed from bottom to top with a chaos of loose sheets of paper.

Nowhere a sign of the trim block of well-ordered manuscript.
"Pretty kind of hay," growled Jaffery, surveying it with a perplexed look.

"We'll have our work cut out." "It'll be all right," said I."Lift out the top shelf as carefully as you can.