"Yes?"
"I am sorry, madam. But Chief Inspector Kerry is off duty."
"Oh, dear!" sighed Mollie, "what a pity. Can you tell me where I could
find him?"
"I am afraid not, madam. It is against the rules to give private
addresses of members of any department."
"Oh, very well." She sighed again. "Thank you."
She replaced the receiver and stood biting her finger thoughtfully.
She was making a mental inventory of her many admirers and wondering
which of them could help her. Suddenly she came to a decision on the
point. Taking up the receiver:
"Victoria 8440, please," she said.
Still biting one finger she waited, until:
"Foreign office," announced a voice.
"Please put me through to Mr. Archie Boden-Shaw," she said.
Ere long that official's secretary was inquiring her name, and a
moment later:
"Is that you, Archie?" said Mollie. "Yes! Mollie speaking. No, please
listen, Archie! You can get to know everything at the Foreign office,
and I want you to find out for me the private address of Chief
Inspector Kerry, who is in charge of the Bond Street murder case.
Don't be silly! I've asked Scotland Yard, but they won't tell me. You
can find out. . . . It doesn't matter why I want to know. . . . Just
ring me up and tell me.
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