"
"The Press, fortunately, has learned nothing of this unpleasant
business, particularly unpleasant because it involves such
well-known people. You will see to it, Detective Inspector, that
all publicity is avoided if possible. Meanwhile, as a matter of
ordinary departmental routine, you will circulate Mr. Brinn's
description through the usual channels, and--" the Assistant
Commissioner raised his eyebrows slightly.
"You mean that?" asked Wessex.
"Certainly. He must be arrested by the first officer who
recognizes him."
"Very good, sir. I will move in the matter at once."
"Do so, please." The Assistant Commissioner sighed wearily, as
one of his telephones set up a muted buzzing. "That is all for
the moment, I think. Good morning."
Detective Inspector Wessex came out, quietly closing the door
behind him. He felt that he had been let down very lightly. But
nevertheless he was unpleasantly warm, and as he walked slowly
along the corridor he whistled softly, and:
"Arrest of Mr. Nicol Brinn," he muttered. "What a headline, if
they ever get it!"
CHAPTER XXVII. AT HILLSIDE
Phil Abingdon arrived at Hillside in a state of mind which she
found herself unable to understand. Mrs. McMurdoch, who had
accepted the invitation under protest, saying that if Doctor
McMurdoch had been at home he would certainly have disapproved,
had so utterly fallen under the strange spell of Ormuz Khan, that
long before they had come to Hillside she was hanging upon his
every word in a way which was almost pathetic to watch.
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