"
"When do you expect to hear from him?"
"At any moment. Failing a full confession by the Frys, you will of
course know how to act, Inspector?"
"Damme!" cried Dunbar, "can your man be relied upon to watch them? They
mustn't slip away! Shall I instruct Perth to arrest the couple?"
"I wired my agent this morning, Inspector, to communicate with the local
police respecting the Frys."
Inspector Dunbar tapped his small, widely-separated teeth with the end
of his fountain-pen.
"I have had one priceless witness slip through my fingers," he muttered.
"I'll hand in my resignation if the Frys go!"
"To whom do you refer?"
Inspector Dunbar rose.
"It is a point with which I need not trouble you, sir," he said. "It was
not included in the extract of report sent to you. This is going to be
the biggest case of my professional career, or my name is not Robert
Dunbar!"
Closing his notebook, he thrust it into his pocket, and replaced his
fountain-pen in the little leather wallet.
"Of course," said the solicitor, rising in turn, and adjusting the
troublesome pince-nez, "there was some intrigue with Leroux? So much is
evident."
"You will be thinking that, eh?"
"My dear Inspector"--Mr. Debnam, the wily, was seeking information--"my
dear Inspector, Leroux's own wife was absent in Paris--quite a safe
distance; and Mrs.
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