"There's an express for New York leaves at noon," he said reflectively—then, with a glance at the clock, "thirty-five minutes; I can make that, sir."
"Good, very good."
"If I might suggest, sir—if the Inspector who has had the case in hand could go a short distance with me?"
"Inspector Keech shall join you at the station."
"Thank you, sir. Is there anything further?"
The Secretary shook his head, and springing up, held out his hand enthusiastically.
"Good luck to you, Inspector—you have a big thing ahead of you, a very big thing."
"Thank you, sir."
"By the way—you're not married?"
"No, sir."