"Well," said his chief, "I hear they're making a fuss about the statement."
"Yes."
"What good do they think that's going to do them?"
"Don't know. Principle, I suppose. And they see a few admissions that we could make use of, I think."
"Oh, well, let them wriggle," Barker said. "They can't wriggle out of the evidence. Statement or no statement, we've got them on toast. Still worrying over the business?"
"No; I've given it up. After this I'm going to believe what I see and know, and not what I feel."
"Splendid!" said Barker. "You keep a rein on your imagination, Grant, and you'll be a great man some day. Once in five years is often enough to have a flair. If you limit it to that, it's likely to be an asset." And he grinned good-naturedly at his subordinate.
A constable appeared in the doorway, and said to Grant, "A lady to see you, sir."
"Who is it?"
"She wouldn't give her name, but she said it was very important."