“Precisely! He has just given himself up.”
John answered impetuously, “But that is impossible.”
“Why impossible, sir? Are you interested in this case?”
A certain quivering moved John's mouth. “I am Father Storm himself.”
The officer was silent for a moment. Then he turned to the inspector with a pitying smile. “Another of them,” he said significantly. The psychology of criminals had been an interesting study to this official.
“Wait a minute,” said the inspector, and he went hurriedly through an inner doorway. The officer asked John some questions about his movements since yesterday. John answered vaguely in broken and rather bewildering sentences. Then the inspector returned.
“You are Father Storm?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know of anybody who might wish to personate you?”
“God forbid that any one should do that!”