... I'll be careful, all right.
You may depend upon it. But Dollops and I are going to have a little
outing on our own. We'll ransack the 'make-up' box after lunch and see
what it can produce. And if we don't bring back something worth hearing
to you on our return to-night, then I'll retire from Scotland Yard
altogether and take a kindergarten class.... Gad! I feel sorry for young
Merriton. But there's no other course open to us at present but to keep
him where he is. Coroner's inquest takes place to-morrow afternoon, and
a lot may happen in the meantime."
Mr. Narkom gravely shook his head.
"Don't like the thing at all, Headland," he supplemented slowly, lighting
a fresh cigarette from the stump of the other one, and blowing a cloud of
smoke into the air. "There's something here that we haven't got at.
Something _big_. I feel it."
"Well, you'll have that feeling further augmented before many more days
are over, my friend," returned Cleek, meaningly. "What did the letter
from Headquarters say? I noticed you got one this morning, and recognized
it by the way the stamp was set on the envelope--though I must say your
secretary is more than discreet.
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