The sound of a car at the door was heard. Sinclair opened it, and a policeman in plain clothes entered and saluted.
“That’s right, Miles. Our man has gone to London, at least I think so. A car has just gone in pursuit, and I have informed the Yard. The whole route will be watched and patrolled. They are also watching the house in Leveson Square. He has taken Sir Ronald Watson with him.”
The Inspector opened his eyes wide.
“Yes,” said Sinclair, “we have found Sir Ronald Watson only to-day.”
He issued further instructions, with a description of the car, and its occupants. He gave them the number, “but,” he said, “he’s altered that, if I know him.”
“Very good, sir,” said the Inspector, “we’ll catch him,” he added cheerfully. It was not often such a chance came in his way, and visions of promotion floated before him.
When he had sent them off, Sinclair came back to the others.
“Shall we come into the dining-room?” he said. “I must remain here where I can be found, though I would have dearly loved the chase,” he added sadly. “I don’t expect in the least they will catch him. But I must try everything.”
He sank wearily into a seat. “What a day,” he said.
The others waited.