"Give 'em rope to hang themselves, lots of rope. This is just
the opportunity they want. Give orders for nothing to be done. Let 'em
have a good run for their money, and by-and-by you'll have 'em so they'll
eat out of your hand. There's nothing like patience in this sort of a
job. They're bound to get careless soon, and then will be your chance."
"I wish I could feel as confident about it as you do," returned Mr.
Narkom, with a shake of the head. "But you've solved so many unsolvable
riddles in your time, man, so I suppose I'll just have to trust your
judgment, and let your opinion cheer me up. Still.... Ah, Borkins! lunch
ready? I must say I don't like eating the food of a man I've just placed
in prison, but I suppose one must eat. And there are a few very necessary
enquiries to be gone into before the coroner's inquest to-morrow. The men
have been up from the local morgue, haven't they?"
Borkins, who had tapped discreetly upon the door and then put in a sleek
head to announce lunch, came a little farther into the room and replied
in the affirmative.
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