“Mr. Manderton and I are old friends,” he said. “How are you, Manderton? I didn’t expect you to recognize me in these duds ...”
“I’d know you anywhere, sir,” said the detective with unwonted cordiality.
“Have you got your warrant, Manderton?” asked Herr Schulz.
“Aye, I have, sir,” replied the detective. “And I’ve a colleague from the Dutch police who’s going along with me to effect the arrest ...”
“Jeekes, eh?”
“That’s the party, sir, charged with wilful murder.... This is Commissary Boomjes, of the Rotterdam Criminal Investigation Department!”
A tall man with a short black beard had approached the car. It was decided that the whole party should proceed to the Villa Bergendal immediately. Manderton sat next to Robin and the Dutch police officer perched himself on the footboard.
“And where did you pick him up, I’d like to know?” whispered Manderton in Robin’s ear with a backward jerk of the head, as they glided through the brightly lit streets.
“D’you mean the doctor?” asked Robin.
“No, your other friend!”