"Don't know where they got the facts, but it looks like they got 'em right."
The captain scratched his head, then for the next few minutes he looked out of the window and watched the passing throng; he was pondering deeply. Finally he inquired:—
"What did you do?"
The desk-sergeant grinned.
"Not a bloomin' thing," he answered.
The captain shot a glance of surprised approval at his inferior.
"For once, by gum," he conceded, "you hit the nail upon the head. This isn't a case for the police—not yet."
"Then for who?" The desk-sergeant looked dubious.
"For Peter Broderick," said the captain, nodding.
"What's Peter Broderick got to do with it?" inquired the desk-sergeant, still doubtful.