Chapter 22
THE HERR DOKTOR let himself in with a key, the front door closed behind him and silence fell once more. But not for long. A moment or two later, the door opened again. A white shirt-front glistened in the light from the house and Pedder’s solid bulk was framed in the doorway. With him was a burly figure in a brown camel’s-hair overcoat. The Scotland Yard man caught his breath: it was Mike!
‘I’m telling you, Chief,’ the detective heard him say, ‘Rocco’s making trouble. Whatever is done has got to be done quickly! Once Rocco gets a sniff of this hang-out down here...’
‘You attend to your business, my friend, and I’ll attend to mine,’ Pedder retorted crisply. ‘What you’ve got to do is to keep your mouth shut. I’ll see to the rest...’
‘Okay, Boss, no offence,’ said Mike, and shu
