The Case of the Golden Bullet by Frau Auguste Groner
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"Yes, you brought him here when they transferred you to this town,
I remember now." "I'm afraid it wasn't such a good thing for him, after all. Nothing ever happens here, and a gift like Muller's needs occupation to keep it fresh. I'm afraid his talents will dull and wither here. The man has grown perceptibly older in this inaction. His mind is like a high-bred horse that needs exercise to keep it in good condition." "He hasn't grown rich at his work, either," said Horn. "No, there's not much chance for a police detective to get rich. I've often wondered why Muller never had the energy to set up in business for himself. He might have won fame and fortune as a private detective. But he's gone on plodding along as a police subordinate, and letting the department get all the credit for his most brilliant achievements. It's a sort of incorrigible humbleness of nature - and then, you know, he had the misfortune to be unjustly sentenced to a term in prison in his early youth." "No, I did not know that." "The stigma stuck to his name, and finally drove him to take up this work. I don't think Muller realised, when he began, just how greatly he is gifted. I don't know that he really knows now. He seems to do it because he likes it - he's a queer sort of man." While the commissioners drove through the streets to the police station the man of whom they were speaking sat in Johann's little room in close consultation with the valet. |
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