In common with others, Kerry among them, who had come in contact with
that perverted intelligence, she misjudged Mollie's motives. In the
first place, the latter had no wish to avoid publicity, and in the
second place--although she sometimes wondered vaguely what she should
do when her stock of drugs became exhausted--Mollie was prompted by no
particular animosity toward the Home office inquiry. She had merely
perceived a suitable opportunity to make the acquaintance of the
fierce red Chief Inspector, and at the same time to secure notoriety
for herself.
Ere Margaret's car had progressed a hundred yards from the door,
Mollie was at the telephone.
"City 400, please," she said.
An interval elapsed, then:
"Is that the Commissioner's office, New Scotland Yard?" she asked.
A voice replied that it was.
"Could you put me through to Chief Inspector Kerry?"
"What name?" inquired the voice.
Mollie hesitated for three seconds, and then gave her family name.
"Very well, madam," said the voice respectfully. "Please hold on, and
I will enquire if the Chief Inspector is here."
Mollie's heart was beating rapidly with pleasurable excitement, and
she was as confused as a maiden at her first rendezvous. Then:
"Hello," said the voice.
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