Chapter III.X
The inspector was quite surprised to hear this voice, which belonged to none other than his old friend lieutenant Nelissen. “Nelissen, buddy, is that you?”, at the sound of a familiar voice, a shiver of joy ran through Galbraith’s body. “Galbraith? At long last it’s you!”, a young voice responded cheerfully. “I was beginning to worry. where’ve you been?” “In London as you know…”, Galbraith fell silent. “What’s wrong, cat got your tongue?”, Nelissen asked somewhat impudently. “Give me the explanation”, the inspector began. “How is it that I called a London taxi driver but got on a Portland police department?” “Speak softly”, it seemed that Nelissen missed the words of his interlocutor deaf ears. “Somebody might hear us”. “I’m fine not caring about…”, Galbraith said with some resentme
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