“Strange?” he was saying. “I thought he was seen getting into the train at Euston.”
“Don't know that he wasn't either, in spite of all he says.”
“Thinking of the dog.”
“Well, the dog, too,” said the inspector, and then seeing John, “Hello! Who's here?”
The officer stepped up to the counter. “What can I do for you, sir?” he asked.
John knew that the supreme moment had come, and he felt proud of himself that his resolution did not waver. Lifting his head, he said in a low and rapid voice, “I understand that you have a warrant for the arrest of Father Storm.”
“We had, sir,” the officer answered.
John looked embarrassed. “What do you mean by that?”
“I mean that Father Storm is now in custody.”
John stared at the man with a feeling of stupefaction. “In custody! Did you say in custody?”