stood in a corner of the room and pulled it aside. Having thus disclosed a young man in a chair, who licked the point of a pencil while he spread open a notebook on his knee. "Yes," she said, "there you are my lad, aren't you? Push off, I prithee. As for you, you mendacious old bald-head," she went on briskly to Inspector Olivarez, "I'm ashamed of you, that I am. No wonder the Criminal Investigation Department of this place is a laughing-stock, if that's all you can do in the way of deception."
Inspector Olivarez spread his hands. "Ah," he said, "but we don't often have to do with such very wide-awake young ladies as yourself. The device is crude, I admit, but it's generally quite effective. Henderson," he went on to his pencil-licking subordinate, "we cannot hope to put it across Mrs. Dunkle. You may go.
