It would take no time at all to trace Brain back to the pub and to me. It was an hour’s work for a smart cop or even a dumb one. The question was, when would Brain’s body be found? If the Palmer Street house was full of alcoholics he mightn’t be missed until Saturday morning—there were probably other toilets in the house and wash basins. I might have twelve hours, I might have twelve minutes. These profundities came to me as I drove around the streets of Darlinghurst. The comforts of home beckoned but the waves were up and it was no time to be out of the water. I stopped and called the Chatterton residence. Miss Reid answered in a voice full of annoyance but not sleep. I told her I had to speak to Lady C. “That’s impossible, Mr. Hardy, quite impossible. She has retired for the night.” “Tell her who’s calling and that I said it was important.” “I tell you it’s out of the question.
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