This important official was a man constructed on huge principles, a
man of military bearing, having tired eyes and a bewildered manner. He
conveyed the impression that the collection of documents, books,
telephones, and other paraphernalia bestrewing his table had reduced
him to a state of stupor. He looked up wearily and met the fierce gaze
of the chief inspector with a glance almost apologetic.
"Ah, Chief Inspector Kerry?" he said, with vague surprise. "Yes. I
told you to come. Really, I ought to have been at home hours ago. It's
most unfortunate. I have to do the work of three men. This is your
department, is it not, Chief Inspector?"
He handed Kerry a slip of paper, at which the Chief Inspector stared
fiercely.
"Murder!" rapped Kerry. "Sir Lucien Pyne. Yes, sir, I am still on
duty."
His speech, in moments of interest, must have suggested to one
overhearing him from an adjoining room, for instance, the operation of
a telegraphic instrument. He gave to every syllable the value of a rap
and certain words he terminated with an audible snap of his teeth.
"Ah," murmured the Assistant Commissioner. "Yes. Divisional Inspector
--Somebody (I cannot read the name) has detained all the parties. But
you had better report at Vine Street.
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