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Clancey whistled. "That looks rather awkward for Master Alistair." There was a knock on the door. It was Inspector Groombridge. "Excuse me, sir, my man has just brought this. It was delivered by a stranger to the hall-porter of the building where Mr. Froelich occupies a flat." He handed a letter to the Assistant Commissioner, who read it slowly and without comment passed it to Clancey.
Address: Hotel des Indes, The Hague quite a comfortable place and quite an important German espionage centre." "I gather that our man was too late." "By some hours, I should say," Clancey replied. "You see, we only got the report in from France quite late. I sent your man to watch her while I went to see Froelich. I was sure he was all right, but I wanted to satisfy myself.
"You see, I've got on evening dress, and I suppose I shan't have a chance of getting out of it." The inspector reflected a moment. "Oh yes, Mr. Froelich. I don't see why you should not change, but I'm afraid I must ask you to let me accompany you." "Well, I'm D'you think I'm going to try and escape?" "Oh, I don't say that, Mr.
As Bobby finished the letter he looked up and met the eyes of the Assistant Commissioner who rose from his chair. "I need not detain you, Mr. Froelich; it only remains for me to apologize for any trouble I may have given you. I must ask you to be kind enough to lend me this letter, which, however, I shall send on to you in a few days." Bobby returned to his flat, relieved but chastened.
Froelich promptly made application to the casualty company with which he had insured his window for reimbursement for his damage. Just as promptly the company's lawyer appeared at the butcher shop and ascertained that the miscreant who had done the foul deed had been arrested and was to be brought into court that afternoon.
Leave it to me," he said, encircling him with a protecting arm. Then to the clerk: "Pleads not guilty." The magistrate glanced over the complaint, in which Delany, to save Froelich trouble, had sworn that he had seen Tony throw the brick. Hadn't the butcher said he'd seen him? Besides, that let the Dutchman out of a possible suit for false arrest.
Froelich perceived that he had probably been mistaken, and being relatively honest and being also about to get his money and not wishing to bear false witness, particularly if he might later be sued for false imprisonment, he decided to duck and pass the buck to Delany, who was definitely committed.
The more he thought of it the less he liked the way the son-of-a-gun had acted, the way he'd tried to get Mathusek to ask for an immediate hearing. Why had he ever been such a fool as to sign the complaint himself? It had been ridiculous just because he was mad at the boy for trying to get away and wanted to make things easy for Froelich.
It was not long before he received the commission he coveted. The same Gazette contained two announcements: one that a commission as lieutenant had been granted to Mr. J. Froelich, the other that his Majesty had no further use for the services of Mr. Alistair Ramsey. Gilbert Baxendale is at fifty what people call "a nice-looking man."
He held them in his hand, and ticked them off one by one mechanically. "This is the key of the cupboard where I keep my cigars and liqueurs; this is the key of my dispatch-box. I don't think I've got anything else locked up." "Have you no safe, no desk or other receptacle where you keep your papers, Mr. Froelich documents of any kind?" "Papers documents?" ejaculated Bobby.
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