CHAPTER 30The Chief Constable of the county looked testily at Superintendent Cole and Inspector Grayson. He rapped with his fingers upon the edge of the writing-table and demanded,
“What do you suppose anyone can do with a story like that?”
He was a small man with a lively blue eye and what had been a tendency to red in the hair now going grey. All his movements were quick, and so was his temper.
The Superintendent on the contrary was a large, affable man with a fatherly manner, slow to take offence and always ready to pour oil upon the official waters should they require it. He and Inspector Grayson—smart, intelligent, and for the moment respectfully silent—were on the other side of the table.
The Superintendent said in his comfortable voice,
“Well, sir—”
Colonel Marsden snapped at
