CHAPTER FOURInspector Bull was in his small room on the Embankment before eight o’clock the next morning.
The papers he had gathered in on his way from Hampstead were unpleasantly full of sensational news.
“Lone Bandit Robs and Murders Jeweller.”
“Scotland Yard Powerless to Cope with New Conditions, says Expert.”
Bull put them aside wearily. He especially disliked the constant comparison of London and certain well-known American cities. To accuse Scotland Yard of inefficiency was one thing—after all it wasn’t necessarily inefficient not to have caught a murderer or a bandit within twelve hours of the act. It was quite another thing to liken London to Chicago. Englishmen should have more pride.
He had to admit, however, that reports were not encouraging. Nineteen motor bicyclists had b
