CHAPTER THIRTY
At a little after twelve at noon, James knocked on the jamb of McNamara’s office door perfunctorily. The Chief Inspector raised his head from the papers he was reading and waved the Sergeant to come in and sit down.
"I have never known you to come to the station late, James," McNamara said with ill-concealed curiosity.
He rose 0to his feet and going to bring a mug of coffee to the Sergeant. James blushed violently at his words, and the Chief Inspector raised his brows in surprise.
"It must be good," McNamara murmured, taking in the heightened colour of the Sergeant. "Out with it, James," he nudged the young man while a grin spread on his lips. "What kept you away from the station this morning?" he asked, placing the mug in front of the Sergeant and then going back to his
