“I am Inspector Carslake from Scotland Yard,” he said. “I should like to see the safe that was opened last night. It isn’t necessary to disturb Miss Ford.”
Eleanor, in a flutter, opened the door wider and showed him into The Study.
“...leave by the first train,” Mr. Dempsi was saying. “We’ll split later.”
“We’ll split before we part,” said Heloise firmly, “for fear an accident happens—to the money.”
The other shrugged.
“I’d hate to have a mind like yours,” he said.
And then the visitor came in. Heloise recognised him before he saw her face. There was a newspaper within reach, and she snatched it up, disappeared behind the printed page, and, reading, walked slowly from The Study into the little library.
“Don’t go,” said Dempsi.
Then he too saw the detective, and here the recognition was mutual.
“The cobwebs on your chin are strangers to me,” said Carslake, “but that noble brow and those sparkling eyes belong to an old friend of mine, Dan Throgood, yclept Double Dan.”