He found Commissioner Howard and Motley on the verandah.
Motler was saying impatiently, “For the love of Mike, let the girl alone. She’s enjoying herself somewhere. If we’re going, let’s go.”
“Leaving already?” O’Brien said, coming out of the darkness.
“Hello, there,” Motley said, turning. “I have news for you. Donovan’s cracked the Carson case!”
O’Brien lifted his eyebrows.
“That’s quick work.”
“Yeah. I’ve always said if Donovan was given a case worth a damn, he would show what he was made of. In the next hour or so he will make an arrest.”
“Who did it, then?”
“Kenway Holland, a young bank clerk. It’s an open and shut case. We have enough evidence to put him in the chair three times over.”
“But you haven’t arrested him yet?”