"Yes, I remember," nodded Mr. Morton. "Nearly all burned up, weren't they?"
"No, sir. In looking them over I found some of your old customers' accounts, and that like. I thought they might be valuable to you, so I came down from Greenville where I live to bring them to you."
"You did?" exclaimed Mr. Morton with a stare, partly suspicious, partly surprised. "That's queer."
Frank said no more. He opened the suit case and removed its two neatly put up packages. One contained the private papers of Mr. Morton. The other contained the mailing lists and mail order system layout.
Frank placed the two parcels on the desk before his host. The latter chanced to open the larger package first. He carelessly ran over the lists and the accompanying literature.
"H'm," he said rather irritably, "I've little use for that monument of my fool-killer experiment!"
Frank was relieved—in fact, pleased, to observe Mr. Morton contemptuously sweep aside the litter before him and inspect the second package.
This interested him. He sorted out quite a lot of bills and receipts.
