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"Tosh! Is there anybody in London knows more about the inside workings
of crime than the Commissioner? You will admit there isn't; very
good. Accordingly to your ideas, the Commissioner must be the biggest
blackguard in the Metropolis! I have said it twice before, and I'll be
saying it again, Sowerby: TOSH!"
"Well," said Sowerby with an offended air, "has anybody ever seen Mr.
King?"
"What are you driving at?"
"I am driving at this: somebody known in certain circles as Mr. King
is at the bottom of this mystery. It is highly probable that Mr. King
himself murdered Mrs. Vernon. On the evidence of your own notes, nobody
left Palace Mansions between the time of the crime and the arrival of
witnesses. Therefore, ONE of your witnesses must be a liar; and the liar
is Mr. King!"
Inspector Dunbar glared at his subordinate. But the latter continued
undaunted:--
"You won't believe it's Leroux; therefore it must be either Mr. Exel,
Dr. Cumberly, or Miss Cumberly."...
Inspector Dunbar stood up very suddenly, thrusting his chair from him
with much violence.
"Do you recollect the matter of Soames leaving Palace Mansions?" he
snapped.
Sowerby's air of serio-comic defiance began to leave him. He scratched
his head reflectively.
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