CHAPTER FOURTEENWhen Sally Dillon said to Brian: “Won’t you come in and have a drink and a talk? I somehow feel we might puzzle things out a bit together,” Brian had replied: “Thanks a lot,” and then turned to Jenkins, “if that’s all right by you, sir?”
“That’s all right by me, son. You’ve had enough of our department for one day. But you’d better tell me—how do you get back to the chief inspector’s? I shall be in the soup if you’re posted missing.” Very carefully Jenkins explained the route to Millbank, and Sally laughed as she said:
“Libby and I will take him to Oxford Circus and put him on an 88 bus, and then he can’t go wrong.”
Jenkins drove off and Brian protested as they walked up the garden path: “I’m not such a mutt as all that. I’ve been around a bit—not spent the whole of my l
