“She thought of it!â€� he exclaimed. “The credit goes to her. I’ve no doubt she thought she was helping a pal—but she did more than that.â€�
Fay thrust his hands into the side pockets of his coat and declared: “You’re right, Sir Richard! That little lady did us a good turn. I don’t see how Scotland Yard can get along without a woman inspector or two. I never heard anybody say that a member of the fair sex would overlook a trifle.�
The Prime Minister was in the act of placing his hat on his head. He bowed, instead, and passed Saidee Isaacs as he stepped toward the door. He was followed
by the silent members of his Government. The door remained open. The great motors throbbed with life. The clash of their gears woke echoes in the house as they started away.
MacKeenon and the little old Scot remained in the doorway. They glanced at Fay and the girl. Their eyes swung toward Sir Richard, who had seated himself in the chair which was before the three cipher boxes.
Keen-sniffing, the two detectives waited for the order. A chain clicked in the inspector’s side pocket. He shifted his weight to his right foot. He glanced for a second time at Sir Richard.
“Mac!�
MacKeenon started and stood erect.
“Mac,� repeated Sir Richard. “Mac, you may take these three boxes, with the cipher solved, over to the big safe in Scotland Yard. Give them to Cragen, who will be responsible for them.�
The inspector hesitated and glanced at Fay.