Blensop was busy before the safe, extracting the contents of each
pigeonhole in turn, thumbing its dockets of papers, checking each off upon
a typewritten list several pages in length.
To that lithe and debonair figure Lanyard's gaze oftenest reverted.
So not only had the necklace been stolen but "a document" which the British
Secret Service "could ill afford to part with"!
Lanyard entertained no least doubt as to the identity of the document in
question. There could be but one, he felt, which Stanistreet would so
characterize.
That document had not been in the safe when Lanyard had opened it at
midnight.
After a moment Mr. Blensop uttered a musical note of vexation. The lead of
his pencil had broken. He threw it pettishly aside, came over to the desk,
took up a penholder, dipped it in the ink-well, and returned to his task.
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Colonel Stanistreet put down the last of the papers and slapped his hand
upon it resoundingly.
"This is one of the most remarkable collections of data, I venture to
assert, that has ever come into the hands of the British Government.
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