Chapter 23“So they’ve asked us to take over the case.”
Chief Detective Inspector Lamb sat back in the chair which he filled with so much solid worth and looked across the intervening writing-table at Inspector Abbott, who was at the moment engaged in expert ministrations to a sulky fire. He stood up now, dusting his hands with one of those handkerchiefs which his Chief derided as “posh”.
“Yes, sir?”
Lamb frowned.
“I used to know Nayler pretty well. He’s the Superintendent at Embank, and he’s a bit of a Mr. Facing-both-ways. Not that you’ll be any the wiser for that. Children aren’t brought up on the Pilgrim’s Progress these days like they used to be, and more’s the pity.”
“Well, sir, I was. Anyhow the name speaks for itself. Which two ways does Nayler face?”
“He don’t want to upset t
