CHAPTER SEVENInspector Bull was distinctly uncomfortable. He was tired of hearing about the inefficiency of the police. He was even more tired of hearing their supposed inefficiency condoned on the grounds that their powers were limited by such and such an Act. At the same time he was forced to admit that, with many possibilities, he saw little positive enlightenment.
A description of the jewels by the Continental Bonding and Assurance Company, Ltd., with premises in Thread-needle-street, was on his desk when he returned to the Embankment after lunch. Also the information that the stones were insured by Mrs. Royce for £ 35,000. Further, that the company had put two of their private detectives on the job of recovering them.
Inspector Bull snorted, thought, got his hat and coat and called
