"
"Aye," murmured Mrs. Kerry. "'Twill be yon Bond Street affair?"
"Oh, yes, it is, Mrs. Kerry. Doesn't the very name of Bond Street turn
your blood cold? I am simply shivering with fear!"
"As the wife of a Chief Inspector I am maybe more used to tragedies
than yoursel', madam. But it surely is a sair grim business. My
husband is resting now. He was hard at work a' the night. Nae doubt
ye'll be wishin' tee see him privately?"
"Oh, if you please. I am so sorry to disturb him. I can imagine that
he must be literally exhausted after spending a whole night among
dreadful people."
Mary Kerry stood up.
"If ye'll excuse me for a moment I'll awaken him," she said. "Our
household is sma'."
"Oh, of course! I quite understand, Mrs. Kerry! So sorry. But so good
of you."
"Might I offer ye a glass o' sherry an' a biscuit?"
"I simply couldn't dream of troubling you! Please don't suggest such a
thing. I feel covered with guilt already. Many thanks nevertheless."
Mary Kerry withdrew, leaving Mollie alone. As soon as the door closed
Mollie stood up and began to inspect the trophies in the cabinet. She
was far too restless and excited to remain sitting down. She looked at
the presentation clock on the mantelpiece and puzzled over the
signatures engraved upon a large silver dish which commemorated the
joy displayed by the Criminal Investigation Department upon the
occasion of Kerry's promotion to the post of Chief Inspector.
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