“If,” replied Freyberger.
They were walking back down the garden path.
At the gate Hellier made one last attempt to infect the detective with his own idea.
“Could you not get a search warrant and search the place?”
This remark completely broke Freyberger’s temper down, and the German came out.
“Search warrant! You talk like a child, not like a man. Warrant to search for what? Flower-pots? What I will do in the case I will do. I wish for no interference. I wish you good day.”
He turned to the left, towards Malpas Road. Hellier to the right.
“Fool,” thought Hellier, “pig-headed ass; no matter—wait.”
“Swine-hound,” thought Freyberger; “directing me what to do! Search warrant!”
Freyberger turned the corner, walked a hundred yards down Malpas Road and then came back.