I have therefore selected you
for your well known discretion. I met Sir Lucien once. Very sad. Good
night."
"Good night, sir."
Kerry passed out into the corridor, closing the door quietly. The
Assistant Commissioner was a man for whom he entertained the highest
respect. Despite the bewildered air and wandering manner, he knew this
big, tired-looking soldier for an administrator of infinite capacity
and inexhaustive energy.
Proceeding to a room further along the corridor, Chief Inspector Kerry
opened the door and looked in.
"Detective-Sergeant Coombes." he snapped, and rolled chewing-gum from
side to side of his mouth.
Detective-Sergeant Coombes, a plump, short man having lank black hair
and a smile of sly contentment perpetually adorning his round face,
rose hurriedly from the chair upon which he had been seated. Another
man who was in the room rose also, as if galvanized by the glare of
the fierce blue eyes.
"I'm going to Vine Street," said Kerry succinctly; "you're coming with
me," turned, and went on his way.
Two taxicabs were standing in the yard, and into the first of these
Inspector Kerry stepped, followed by Coombes, the latter breathing
heavily and carrying his hat in his hand, since he had not yet found
time to put it on.
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