Chapter 17
HARD BEHIND HIMC
HARLIE LUKE sat on the edge of the desk in a small private office of the main C.I.D. room in the new Tailor Street Station, looking more like a black cat than ever as he listened to the telephone. His head was held on one side and his eyes were deeply pleased.
The voice at the other end of the wire belonged to his immediate superior, Chief Superintendent Yeo. It was blunt, as usual, but sounded content for a change and even conciliatory.
“A party from the lab is on its way down to Canal Road now and the preliminary report on the ’bus is positive, so I expect Mr. Oates to call a conference later in the night,” he was saying, referring to the Assistant Commissioner Crime and conferring an accolade on the investigation at the same time. “For Pete’s sake keep in
