You may be sure Adrian had some sort of method." Onto the cleared library table Jaffery deposited three loose, ragged piles.

We looked through them in utter bewilderment.

Some of the sheets unnumbered, unconnected one with the other, were pages of definite manuscript; these we put aside; others contained jottings, notes, fragments of dialogue, a confused multitude of names, incomprehensible memoranda of incidents.

Of the latter one has stuck in my memory.
"Lancelot Sinlow seduces Guinevere the false 'Immaculata' and Jehovah steps in." Other sheets were covered with meaningless phrases, the crude drawings that the writing man makes mechanically while he is thinking over his work, and arabesques such as we found on the blotting pad.
"What the blazes is all this ?" muttered Jaffery, his fingers in his beard.
"I can't make it out," said I.And then suddenly I laughed in great relief, remembering the absence of the waste-paper basket.

We were turning over what evidently would have been its contents.