CHAPTER FIVESWEENEY STOPPED for a minute at the door marked ‘Chief Inspector M. Wilkinson’ thinking this was another office where there was bound to be trouble.
The young inspector took the time, before facing the inevitable storm, to wonder about the chief’s initial: M.? What’s the chief’s first name? I wonder if it’s Mike, Malcolm, Max… or Murray like grandpa Sweeney… or maybe Mickey like Mickey Rooney! He looks just like him. This thought so cheered Sweeney that he found the courage to knock.
“Com’in” bellowed his superior. When Sweeney entered, the atmosphere in the office was tense to say the least. He noticed the unusual position of the chief inspector’s hands. His two large paws, laid flat on the desktop, did not augur well. If Sweeney had felt previously that Wilkinson was a wind
