Whatever passed between Hume and the father has probably been taken up
by the son."
"Why, yes," said Pendleton. "I hadn't thought of that."
"Another thing," added Ashton-Kirk: "The report has swung like the
needle of a compass, and indicated a fact that my imagination
suggested days ago."
"And that is--"
"That Hume once lived in the French town of Bayonne."
Pendleton frowned impatiently.
"I don't know what ever made you imagine that," he said. "But now that
you find that it is so, of what service is it?"
"We will speak of that later," answered Ashton-Kirk.
Pendleton was about to say something more, but just then Fuller
knocked and entered.
"The report on Allan Morris," said he.
"Ah, thanks." The investigator took the compactly typed sheets, and
then he continued: "Tell Burgess that he need not bother about the man
Locke whom he mentions. Say that I have already located him."
"Very well," and Fuller left the room.
For a space there was no sound save that which came from the street
and the rustle of the pages as Ashton-Kirk went through them.
"Well," asked Pendleton, finally. "What now?"
"Morris," replied his friend, "does not develop like Hume. Fuller
suspected that he'd prove colorless, and so it has turned out.
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