We’ve got a jumbled lot of information. It’s simply a matter of sorting it out.…’ Littlejohn thought Cromwell was being a bit optimistic, but Cromwell was that way. He often turned out to be right. They were sitting in Littlejohn’s room at Scotland Yard, drinking coffee. So many things had happen...
There was no rain as dawn hesitantly broke, but the sky was dark and low. Anything might happen. Detective-Constable Peddar was on the job at daybreak. He was sitting in a police-car in Sackville Street, watching the gate of The Sycamores and ready to follow Sammy Barnes on an excursion to the en...
The waiter who served him told him that the Chief Constable’s last word on the previous night had been that they must allow the Inspector to sleep as long as he wanted the next morning. Littlejohn thought better of The Laughing Man and Forrester for their consideration. There was one other man ea...
It wasn’t often he made suggestions about taking a rest from his labours. It was obvious he had something other than refreshment on his mind. All the same, it seemed a good idea and after they had comfortably settled themselves in a quiet corner of the lounge it soon became plain what Hoppy was u...