Tommy took the envelope and opened it. As he read the card, a grin passed across his face. The gentleman was amusing himself at your expense by speaking the truth, Albert," he remarked. “Show him in."
He tossed the card to Tuppence. It bore the name Detective-Inspector Dymchurch," and across it was scrawled in pencil: "A friend of Marriot's ."
In another minute the Scotland Yard detective was entering the inner office. In appearance, Inspector Dymchurch was of the same type as Inspector Marriot- short and thick-set, with shrewd eyes.
“Good-afternoon," said the detective breezily. “Marriot's away in South Wales; but before he went, he asked me to keep an eye on you two, and on this place in general. Oh, bless you, Sir!” he went on, as Tommy seemed about to interrupt him, “we know all abo
