“Then you’ve put your foot into it properly,” said Collins, bluntly. Boyce began to bluster after the manner of a man who knows he is in the wrong.
“I don’t see that any harm is done, and anyway it is a matter for my Department to decide. I really don’t see what it has to do with you, Collins.”
“You’ll see,” said the other, shortly.
Boyce was offended, and, like men of his kind, began to sulk. He ignored Collins, and turned to Sinclair.
“Any news of the missing man? I see you have a full description of him, but no photo. That’s a pity.”
“We could not find one, sir,” said Sinclair. “He seems to have been one of those men who do not care to have their photo taken.”
“Suspicious, very, that,” said Boyce.
Collins laughed contemptuously.
Boyce shot him an angry look.
“We must lay him by the heels soon—he won’t be able to get out of the country,” he said in a challenging way.