This folder? What for?"
"I'm goin' on a little errand," said H.M. "It'll be short, but it won't be sweet I'm dreading it like the Old Nick.", He put the folder under his arm."
"Ready when you are, then!"
"You're not goin', Masters."
Masters stared at him. "In case it's slipped your memory, Sir Henry, I'm the police-officer in charge of this case."
"You're still not goin'," H.M. said simply. "You'd only scare him. Don't argue, burn it! This is the first card we play; and I got to play it Now that young feller," he nodded towards Martin, "is the one I want to go with me. If he’ll do it Hey?"
Martin staggered up from the sofa, crushing' out his cigarette.
"I'll go with you to Land's End," he said, "if you. don't mind my ringing up Jenny first I've been intending to do it all night; and every time somebody walloped out with something I had to hear." H.M. spoke sharply.
"You can ring her up, son, but you won't get any answer."
"My God, she hasn't gone away with Grandmother?" Martin thought back. "The old lady said she was going away overnight Did Jenny go?"