Didn't go any further? … Done nothing more all these days? … Good Heavens …" A shorter pause. Then, "All right … Oh, never mind about what you didn't find!" and he rang off.
Thus did Mr. Kirby discover all he wanted to know.
Strange! But there are quite unofficial people, not even dressed up in blue clothes and a helmet who are in touch with such things as receivers of stolen goods, and the financiers of the poor and the local Trust in Crime. Men who can promote or dismiss the mighty Perlice Themselves!—and these beings are often Lawyers.
Now that he was fairly in cry, he did what no dog does—not even the dogs that boast they are hounds—he slacked off. He lunched well. He smoked half through the afternoon. With the evening he lounged off to his office before it should close to see if anything new awaited him there: and something did.
