He wrote a few lines and passed them over. Inspector Jacks saluted, and turned towards the door.
“You’ll let me know if anything turns up?” the Home Secretary said.
“You shall be informed at once, sir,” the Inspector assured him, a as he left the room.
Sir Edward Bransome was just leaving his house when Inspector Jacks entered the gate. The latter, who knew him by sight, saluted and hesitated for a moment.
“Did you wish to speak to me?” Sir Edward asked, drawing back from the step of his electric brougham.
The Inspector held out his letter. Sir Edward tore it open and glanced through the few lines which it contained. Then he looked keenly for a moment at the man who stood respectfully by his side.
“So you are Inspector Jacks from Scotland Yard,” he remarked.
“At your service, sir,” the detective answered.
“You can get in with me, if you like,” Sir Edward continued, motioning toward the interior of his brougham. “I am due in Downing Street now, but I dare say you could say what you wish to on the way there.”
“Certainly, sir,” Inspector Jacks answered. “It will be very good of you indeed if you can spare me those few minutes.”