"Thank the lord! I thought you were going to be noble and self-sacrificing and tiresome. You know. Like the people whose noble motives are misunderstood in chapter one and who get dozens of people tangled up in their miserable affairs till the family lawyer solves everything on the last page but two."
Parker had come back from the telephone.
"Just a moment!" He spoke in Peter's ear.
"Hullo?"
"Look here; this is awkward. George Fentiman——"
"Yes?"
"He's been found in Clerkenwell."
"Clerkenwell?"
"Yes; must have wandered back by 'bus or something. He's at the police-station; in fact he's given himself up."
"Good lord!"