It was gone. Livius had taken it.
"If he's got the newspaper-reading habit," said Average Jones to
himself, "I'll set a trap for him. But Warren must furnish the
bait."
He went to look up his aide. The conference between them was long
and exhaustive, covering the main points of the case from the
beginning.
"Did you find out from Colonel Graeme," inquired Average Jones,
"whether Livius, affected any particular brand of literature?"
"Yes. He seems to be specializing on late seventeenth century
British classicism. Apparently he considers that the flower of
British scholarship of that time wrote a very inferior kind of dog
Latin."
"Late seventeenth century Latinity," commented Average Jones.
"That--er--gives, us a fair start. Now as to the body-servant."
"Old Saul? I questioned him about strange callers. He said he
remembered only two, besides an occasional peddler or agent. They
were looking for work."
"What kind of work?"
"Inside the house. One wanted to catalogue the library."
"What did he look like?"
"Saul says he wore glasses and a worse tall hat than the colonel's
and had a full beard.
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