CHAPTER ELEVEN1
Macdonald drove to Leverstone early the next morning, leaving the investigation in Lunesdale to be pursued by Bord and his men from Carnton. At the C.I.D. headquarters in Leverstone (a gloomy building in a gloomy industrial city), Macdonald was welcomed by Chief Inspector Tring, an experienced investigator of forty-five, whose eyes were lively and youthful, despite his greying hair.
“I’m right glad to see you, Super,” said Tring. “You’re one of the chaps I’ve long wanted to meet. As it happened, when you’ve been on the job in this country before, your cases had no connection with our city and so we didn’t happen to meet. This time, the reverse is true. The man whose body you found (in a derelict farmhouse, I understand) was a criminal we’ve been trying to trace for months
