The detective stooped down suddenly to adjust the lace of his shoe.
"And have you had no news at all," he said slowly, and without looking up, "of this assistant chief warder, Blendiron, since that afternoon?"
"We know nothing," said the Commissioner, "except that he went straight home that afternoon, appeared to be very depressed, went out again just before 6 o'clock, and has never been seen since. Probably he was murdered in some such way as Bullock had been. No doubt they both knew too much, and were of no further use to their employers, so they were got rid of as speedily as possible." He shrugged his shoulders. "At any rate, that's what we think."
Larose made no comment. He had finished adjusting his shoe lace and was now looking out of the window again. There was a long silence, a
