Gilder made a gesture of irritation, as he sank into the chair at his desk.
“I can't see any one to-night, Thomas,” he exclaimed, sharply.
“But he said it was most important, sir,” the servant went on. He held out the tray insistently.
The master took the card grudgingly. As his eyes caught the name, his expression changed slightly.
“Very well,” he said, “show him up.” His glance met the wondering gaze of his son.
“It's Burke,” he explained.
“What on earth can he want—at this time of night?” Dick exclaimed.
The father smiled grimly.
“You may as well get used to visits from the police.” There was something ghastly in the effort toward playfulness.
A moment later, Inspector Burke entered the room.