Inspector Protheroe sat back contentedly. His sarcasm was improving.
"No, sir," said Ruddock, "I have nothing to suggest."
"Inspector," said Wilkins, "I think we all need a little rest. I shall start my investigations at nine o'clock this morning. You will see that the scene of the crime is kept clear. Meanwhile. I think we shall need extra help. In a case like this the ordinary routine work of detection requires a pretty considerable force. But I will look into that later."
Sergeant Ruddock was gazing uncertainly at the great man from London, as one who had, albeit with diffidence, an idea.
"Well?" said Wilkins encouragingly.
"I know nothing of the second murder," said Ruddock respectfully. "I only heard of it just now when I left Harris at the station. But if I might make a suggesti
