“I think Mr. Trackem will make every effort to be here by to-morrow. I will telegraph at once, and unless you hear to the contrary, will you kindly call on Mr. Trackem at the same hour to-morrow, if you please, gentlemen?”
Mr. Truffle is triumphant.
“We will,” he answers. “Well, thank you, madam. Good-afternoon to you.”
“Good-afternoon, gentlemen,” she replies with admirably feigned regret ringing in her voice.
Inspectors Truffle and Bush betake themselves to the comfortable hansom that awaits them. As it rattles along, the former breaks silence.
“We managed that capitally,” he says with a chuckle. “Quite took her in. The chink of money soon made her open her ears. Bet you it brings Mr. Trackem home pretty quick.”
“Yes,” answers Inspector Bush. “I didn’t like the look of the woman when she first came in, but she took the bait readily enough. Poor things, those sort of women. No match for the likes of us, eh?”
Inspector Truffle has had more experience than Inspector Bush, and doesn’t agree there. But he thinks, as he drives along, that anyhow this one is quite taken in.
Is she, though? You’ll find out your mistake, inspector, when you call to-morrow with Inspector Bush at the same hour!
