"He's happy again," the Inspector whispered to Mme. Storey. "They gave him another needle."
And indeed the old man seemed as pleased as a child at a party. My employer had me order in some good cigars for him. He bit the end off one, and lighted it with gusto.
"The real Havana, mem. Once I smoked none but the best myself."
We grouped ourselves around the big writing-table.
"Mr. Liptrott," said Mme. Storey, "I didn't have them bring you up here to be worried with questions about that terrible affair yesterday. I am just curious about that wonderful machine of yours, and I'm hoping you'll give me a demonstration."
He sprang up with alacrity. "Happy to oblige, 'm."
I was sitting on Mme. Storey's right with my note-book on the table. The Inspector was opposite her with his chair turned h
