“I'm afraid we cannot spare any more.”
“Jeerupiter, General!” exclaimed Mr. Cadwaller. “I'll wait outside the reserve till this picnic's over. Say, General, let's have twenty-five men at least.”
“What do you say, Inspector Dickson? Will two men be sufficient?”
“We'll try, Sir,” replied the Inspector.
“How soon can you be ready?”
“In a quarter of an hour.”
“Jeerupiter!” muttered Mr. Cadwaller to himself, as he followed the Inspector out of the room.
“I say, Commissioner, will you let me in on this thing?” said Cameron.
“Do you mean that you want to join the force?” enquired the Commissioner, letting his eye run approvingly up and down Cameron's figure.
“There is McIvor, Sir—” began Cameron.