“Was the body found in exactly the same place?” asked the interested reporter.
“Almost,” said Tab.
“And the key?”
Tab nodded.
“Is there a window to the vault?” asked the reporter hopefully.
Tab shook his head.
“If the murderer was a bug, he couldn’t have got into that vault without unlocking the door,” he said.
As he was speaking the chief came in. He very seldom visited the reporters’ room and it was unusual to find him at the office at all after eleven o’clock. But the news of the crime had been telephoned to him and he had driven in. He was a stout man with gray hair and a disconcerting habit of anticipating excuses. He was at once High Priest and Father Confessor of the ‘Megaphone’ office.
“Come into my room, Holland,” he said, and Tab obeyed meekly.
“The Trasmere murder seems to have been repeated in every detail,” he said. “Have you found out where this man Brown has been?”