12: Thursday; Enter Henny—Exit Henny
CALLAGHAN got up from his desk and went over to the window. He stood looking at the reflection of the street l
amps on the wet asphalt. He looked at his wrist-watch. It was six o'clock.
He went back to his desk, lit a cigarette. He rang for Effie. When she came in Callaghan said quite casually:
'Somebody shot Kells.'
He blew a smoke ring and put his forefinger through it as it sailed over the desk.
'My God!' said Effie.
She stood looking at Callaghan, her face deathly white.
Callaghan went on: 'I expect it'll be in the papers some time tomorrow—either tomorrow afternoon or in the evenin' editions. Directly you see it in the papers you telephone through to Gringall at Scotland Yard. I expect that by that time the Ballington Police'll have moved t
