Dope by Sax Rohmer
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"Wait," said Chief Inspector Kerry, and went swinging in, carrying his overall and having the malacca cane tucked under his arm. A few minutes later he came out again and reentered the cab. "Piccadilly corner of Old Bond Street," he directed the man. "Is it burglary?" asked Detective-Sergeant Coombes with interest. "No," said Kerry. "It's murder; and there seems to be stacks of evidence. Sharpen your pencil." "Oh!" murmured Coombes. They were almost immediately at their destination, and Chief Inspector Kerry, dismissing the cabman, set off along Bond Street with his lithe, swinging gait, looking all about him intently. Rain had ceased, but the air was damp and chilly, and few pedestrians were to be seen. A car was standing before Kazmah's premises, the chauffeur walking up and down on the pavement and flapping his hands across his chest in order to restore circulation. The Chief Inspector stopped, "Hi, my man!" he said. The chauffeur stood still. "Whose car?" |
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