CHAPTER V.—LAROSE TAKES A HAND.ONE morning Chief Inspector Stone was sitting in his room in Scotland Yard, reading a newspaper. His big, good-natured face was puckered into a frown. The article he was reading was headed: “What is Scotland Yard doing?” and he made running comments to himself as he read along.
“So we don’t appear to have much intelligence,” he remarked grimly. “Of course not, of course not! We shouldn’t be policemen if we had! We should be bishops, or Cabinet Ministers or editors of newspapers instead! Murder in the Eastern Counties seems to be becoming quite a regular thing! Why not, why not? The public like murders and they will have them. They are part of the joy of life! To read about a good murder is much more entertaining than to read about a good deed! The Yard has f
