"I don't mean that. I mean he's not the kind of man to use in such a thing. He's what you might call too high-toned—not given to that kind of work—that is, in a successful way. He wouldn't take chances that another man might. I guess you know better than I can tell you what I mean."
"I know. I understand the type of man. He gave you no hope of securing the papers?"
"None whatever. Wing positively refused every suggestion in regard to them, and left the impression on his mind that further attempt was useless. While I felt that another man might have done better, I was certain that his effort had uncovered Wing's exact position; that Wing was determined to hold on to the papers and use them. He was convinced of the same thing."
"Still you urged him to make another effort."
"No. I was so convinced that it didn't seem worth while—at least along those lines. While we were talking, I heard the warning bell and we hurried, turning off Somerset Street between Neil's store and the post-office. As I left him, I remember saying that I'd give the man who would put
