But now the Evil was laid. As a citizen, Ferris rejoiced, but professionally—well, Othello's occupation was gone, and he could not help feeling a little blank. Was there anything further he could do? Chief Inspector Wilkins had refused to give him any particulars of the arrest of Rockingham or the case for the Crown. But one might always try again. "After all." reflected Ferris, "the police had every reason to be kind to him, for he had certainly been kind to the police."
Ferris, with a pleasant word to his landlady, all smiles that morning, for she had received news of visitors anxious to recover their rooms, passed out of the front door, and so to the Police Station in Church Street. Here he found Sergeant Ruddock writing in the station room. The Sergeant was in plain clothes.
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