Again that strange thrill of hope at my heart induced by his peculiar manner.
"Then my reputation as a detective! I ought surely to consider that. I am not so rich or so famous that I can afford to forget all that a success like this may bring me. No, lovely as she is, I have got to push it through." But even as he said this, he became still more thoughtful, gazing down into the murky depths of the wretched tank before him with such an intentness I half expected the fascinated fishes to rise from the water and return his gaze. What was in his mind?
After a little while he turned, his indecision utterly gone. "Mr. Raymond, come here again at three. I shall then have my report ready for the Superintendent. I should like to show it to you first, so don’t fail me."
There was something so repressed in his expression, I could not prevent myself from venturing one question. "Is your mind made up?" I asked.
"Yes," he returned, but in a peculiar tone, and with a peculiar gesture.
"And you are going to make the arrest you speak of?"
"Come at three!"
