"He ran out of possibilities. Still, Blevins could perhaps help him there. Or Mrs. Wainer. On the other hand-- Hamish said it for him. "I wouldna' be in haste to show it." Getting to his feet, Rutledge found a flat leather case lying in a corner of the room, a coating of dust covering it, and a cobweb linking it to the frame of the bottomless chair beside it. The grip was broken at one end, but it would do. Rutledge looked around him a last time at the "waste not, want not" philosophy of householders who store in their upper floors and attics the ruined furnishings"