I went on then to the chief police office. I was in uniform of course, and was received with the greatest politeness, but no information was given to me. The man who gave me an interview was complacency itself.
"I am grieved to be able to give you no information, Lieutenant," he said, politely. "But you know how our hands are tied and how one's lips are sealed in this office. In anything but that matter I am your most obedient servant: indeed, if in that very affair you can suggest how I can be of service, I pray you to command me."
"My sister was arrested by your men?" I asked.
"Most arrests are carried out by our men," was the reply.
"What is the charge against her?"
"I have not an idea."
"By whose orders was the arrest made?"
"By those of my superiors. I have but to obey."
"Where is she now?"
For answer he shrugged his shoulders, smiled blandly, and shook his head slowly.