financial circles."

"Yessir. He was a big plute. Here's your time-table, Mr.
Burruz. When'll you be back?"

"Don't know, Don. You look after things."

"Sure! everything'll be took care of. Lemme know your orders
when you have 'em."

By means of the taxi Don had called and the tunnel route as he
had suggested, I caught the train, satisfied that I had obeyed
the Chief's orders to lose no time.

Lose no time indeed! I was more anxious than any one else could
possibly be to reach the scene of the crime before significant
clues were obliterated or destroyed by bungling investigators. I
had had experience with the police of suburban towns, and I well
knew their two principal types. Either they were of a pompous,
dignified demeanor, which covered a bewildered ignorance, or else
they were overzealous and worked with a misdirected energy that
made serious trouble for an intelligent detective. Of course, of
the two kinds I preferred the former, but the danger was that I
should encounter both.

On my way I diverted my mind, and so partly forgot my impatience,
by endeavoring to "deduce" the station or occupation of my fellow
passengers.

Opposite me in the tunnel train sat a mild-faced gentleman, and