I gave the papers to him without any struggle--really, sir, if I'd met you I should have given them to you." Britz thrust the butler back into the cell and closed the door.
"Won't you please let me go ?" pleaded the prisoner, clutching frantically at the bar.

"I haven't done anything." Unheedful of the man's appeal, the detective ascended the iron stairs and hastened into his private office.

He found Manning and Greig seated at his desk scrutinizing the papers.
"Anything of value in them ?" asked Britz.
"Not yet," returned the chief.

"But we haven't finished with them." Britz applied himself to the documents, his eyes racing through them in futile search of something that might shed a welcome illumination on the dark complexities of the case.

But the papers contained nothing of worth to the police.