Chapter
7
In Which the Notorious Criminal Gets What the British Law Considers to be His DesertsBEFORE WE PURSUE FURTHER the psychic adventures of our hero and heroine, it would be well to see how the British law dealt with that wicked man, Mr. Tom Linden.
The two policewomen returned in triumph to Bardley Square Station where Inspector Murphy, who had sent them, was waiting for their report. Murphy was a jolly-looking, red-faced, black-moustached man who had a cheerful, fatherly way with women which was by no means justified by his age or virility. He sat behind his official table, his papers strewn in front of him.
"Well, girls," he said as the two women entered, "what luck?"
"I think it's a go, Mr. Murphy," said the elder policewoman. "We have the evidence you want."
The Inspector
