“Just like that,” said Reggie. A gravity had come over the perky little Jew, which he found very engaging.
Mr. Gordon nodded at him. “Birdie was the one and only,” he said, and Reggie nodded back.
“Nice flowers, doctor,” a new voice said. Reggie turned to see the small insignificance of Superintendent Bell, greeted him heartily, introduced Mr. Gordon. “Am I de trop, as the French say?” said Superintendent Bell. “No? Thought it might be a council of war.”
“Oh, is it war?” Reggie said.
“Well, you know, you’ve quarrelled with Inspector Mordan.” The Superintendent shook his head at Reggie.
“I wouldn’t dare. He quarrelled with me.”
“Such a pity.” The Superintendent smiled and rubbed his hands. “I ought to tell you, doctor, I quite approve of everything that Inspector Mordan has done.”
“Splendid force, the police,” Mr. Gordon lisped. “Wonderful force. So forcible.”
“Including the arrest of Miss Weston?” Reggie asked. “Well, well. Any one else you’d like to arrest?”
“Any one you suggest, doctor? Now I ask you—what would you have done?”