When Donovan had talked to the desk sergeant and had given his orders, he went into the hall to see what Duncan was doing.
Duncan came out of the bedroom, grinning. He carried a grey suit and a pair of shoes.
“Here you are, sarg. Just out of their wrapping, straight from Gaza’s stores. This guy certainly knows how to work his way into the chair, doesn’t he?”
Donovan grunted. He was getting a little fed-up with Duncan’s persistent successes.
They went into the lounge and Duncan went over to the trash basket. He turned it upside down while Donovan watched him, scowling.
“It falls into my lap, doesn’t it?” Duncan said suddenly. “Look at this.”
He put two small pieces of card on the desk.
“We’re home now,” he said. “I knew I was right. Here’s Carson’s telephone number on the back of that guy Parker’s card. I bet Parker recommended Holland to go and call on Carson. Sweet as honey, isn’t it?”
III
Lieutenant Adams eased back his chair, yawned and decided to call it a day. There was nothing he could do now until he got a copy of Donovan’s report and had found out how far he had progressed. He had also to wait