VI––––––––
MR. REEDER WAS A SOURCE of irritation to the staff of the Public Prosecutor's office. He kept irregular hours, he compelled attendants to remain on duty and very often held up the work of the cleaners.
What troubled him at the moment was the thought that in some way he had taken a wrong turning in the course of investigation, and that it might be straying into no man's land. For his own encouragement he had dispatched cables to various parts of the world, and sat down in his office to wait for replies.
He had hardly dipped again in his book of fairy tales, when the telephone rang.
"A very urgent message, Mr. Reeder," said the operator's precise voice. "You are through to New Scotland Yard."
There was a click. It was the Chief Constable speaking.
"We found Hallaty. Will you
