paraphernalia meticulously preserved and filed
So Hugo, amused as always by Sir Bernard in commanding mode, had hidden a grin and gone off to find Mrs Clutton, the Archivist who worked as his assistant. She, as always, had been one step ahead of him, and several files were already on his desk, flagged with her comments and notes. Her mind was a miracle of minutiae with everything indexed and cross-referenced on cards stored in narrow wooden drawers in her office. Her capacious memory linked people and places and events in a way that Hugo found extraordinary. Mrs Clutton could probably do his job better than he did, he reflected, as he opened the first of the files. (...) Letters, telegrams, secret messages from embassies. Photographs of places, some of them reduced to ruins during the war. Photographs of people, strangers smiling into the camera or caught unawares. Typed reports on flimsy paper, handwritten notes; all the paraphernalia meticulously preserved and filed by Mrs Clutton.
eager attentiveness of a truffle hound
Als Hugo Zeitungsartikel zu einem bestimmten Fall sucht:
Mrs Clutton was, as usual, standing in front of her rack of index cards, sorting with nimble fingers. 'Do we still keep old newspapers at the Hall?' he asked. Mrs Clutton looked round in surprise. She pushed a drawer back in its place and said, 'Such as the back copies of The Times? We do. There's a plan afoot to get rid of them, London saying there's no need for us to have duplicate copies here, but we're fighting them. I don't want to have to ask Archives every time I need to look something up in a newspaper, thank you. Is there anything in particular you're looking for?' (...) Mrs Clutton's face took on the eager attentiveness of a truffle hound who has just spotted a fine example of that delectable root under a tree. 'I do indeed remember the case. Would you like me to go and find the relevant newspapers?' She hardly waited for an answer but was off out of the room.