Appreciatingthedistinguishedandgoodfriendofhiswife，andhimself，inthatway，theAssistantCommissionerbecamealarmedattheconvictMichaelis’spossiblefate。Oncearrestedonsuspicionofbeinginsomeway，howeverremote，apartytothisoutrage，themancouldhardlyescapebeingsentbacktofinishhissentenceatleast。Andthatwouldkillhim;hewouldnevercomeoutalive。TheAssistantCommissionermadeareflectionextremelyunbecominghisofficialpositionwithoutbeingreallycreditabletohishumanity。
　　`Ifthefellowislaidholdofagain，’hethought，`shewillneverforgiveme。’
　　Thefranknessofsuchasecretlyoutspokenthoughtcouldnotgowithoutsomederisiveself—criticism。Nomanengagedinaworkhedoesnotlikecanpreservemanysavingillusionsabouthimself。Thedistaste，theabsenceofglamour，extendfromtheoccupationtothepersonality。Itisonlywhenourappointedactivitiesseembyaluckyaccidenttoobeytheparticularearnestnessofourtemperamentthatwecantastethecomfortofcompleteself—deception。TheAssistantCommissionerdidnotlikehisworkathome。
　　Thepoliceworkhehadbeenengagedoninadistantpartoftheglobehadthesavingcharacterofanirregularsortofwarfareoratleasttheriskandexcitementofopen—airsport。Hisrealabilities，whichweremainlyofanadministrativeorder，werecombinedwithanadventurousdisposition。
　　Chainedtoadeskinthethickoffourmillionsofmen，heconsideredhimselfthevictimofanironicfate—thesame，nodoubt，whichhadbroughtabouthismarriagewithawomanexceptionallysensitiveinthematterofcolonialclimate，besidesotherlimitationstestifyingtothedelicacyofhernature—andhertastes。Thoughhejudgedhisalarmsardonicallyhedidnotdismisstheimproperthoughtfromhismind。
　　Theinstinctofself—preservationwasstrongwithinhim。Onthecontrary，herepeateditmentallywithprofaneemphasisandafullerprecision:`Damnit！IfthatinfernalHeathashiswaythefellow’lldieinprisonsmotheredinhisfat，andshe’llneverforgiveme。
　　Hisblack，narrowfigure，withthewhitebandofthecollarunderthesilverygleamsontheclose—croppedhairatthebackofthehead，remainedmotionless。ThesilencehadlastedsuchalongtimethatChiefInspectorHeatventuredtoclearhisthroat。Thisnoiseproduceditseffect。Thezealousandintelligentofficerwasaskedbyhissuperior，whosebackremainedturnedtohimimmovably:
　　`YouconnectMichaeliswiththisaffair？’ChiefInspectorHeatwasverypositive，butcautious。
　　`Wellsir，’hesaid，`wehaveenoughtogoupon。Amanlikethathasnobusinesstobeatlarge，anyhow。’
　　`Youwillwantsomeconclusiveevidence，’cametheobservationinamurmur。
　　ChiefInspectorHeatraisedhiseyebrowsattheblack，narrowback，whichremainedobstinatelypresentedtohisintelligenceandhiszeal。
　　`Therewillbenodifficultyingettingupsufficientevidenceagainsthim，’hesaid，withvirtuouscomplacency。`Youmaytrustmeforthat，sir，’headded，quiteunnecessarily，outofthefullnessofhisheart;
　　foritseemedtohimanexcellentthingtohavethatmaninhandtobethrowndowntothepublicshoulditthinkfittoroarwithanyspecialindignationinthiscase。Itwasimpossibletosayyetwhetheritwouldroarornot。Thatinthelastinstancedepended，ofcourse，onthenewspaperpress。Butinanycase，ChiefInspectorHeat，purveyorofprisonsbytrade，andamanoflegalinstincts，didlogicallybelievethatincarcerationwastheproperfateforeverydeclaredenemyofthelaw。Inthestrengthofthatconvictionhecommittedafaultoftact。Heallowedhimselfalittleconceitedlaugh，andrepeated:
　　`Trustmeforthat，sir。’
　　ThiswastoomuchfortheforcedcalmnessunderwhichtheAssistantCommissionerhadforupwardsofeighteenmonthsconcealedhisirritationwiththesystemandthesubordinatesofhisoffice。Asquarepegforcedintoaroundhole，hehadfeltlikeadailyoutragethatlong—establishedsmoothroundnessintowhichamanoflesssharplyangularshapewouldhavefittedhimself，withvoluptuousacquiescence，afterashrugortwo。Whatheresentedmostwasjustthenecessityoftakingsomuchontrust。AtthelittlelaughofChiefInspector—Heat’shespunswiftlyonhisheels，asifwhirledawayfromthewindow—panebyanelectricshock。Hecaughtonthelatter’sfacenotonlythecomplacencypropertotheoccasionlurkingunderthemoustache，butthevestigesofexperimentalwatchfulnessintheroundeyes，whichhadbeen，nodoubt，fastenedonhisback，andnowmethisglanceforasecondbeforetheintentcharacteroftheirstarehadthetimetochangetoamerelystartledappearance。
　　TheAssistantCommissionerofPolicehadreallysomequalificationsforhispost。Suddenlyhissuspicionwasawakened。Itisbutfairtosaythathissuspicionsofthepolicemethods（unlessthepolicehappenedtobeasemi—militarybodyorganizedbyhimself）wasnotdifficulttoarouse。
　　Ifiteverslumberedfromsheerweariness，itwasbutlightly:andhisappreciationofChiefInspectorHeat’szealandability，moderateinitself，excludedallnotionofmoralconfidence。`He’suptosomething，’heexclaimed，mentally，andatoncebecameangry。Crossingovertohisdeskwithheadlongstrides，hesatdownviolently。`HereIamstuckinalitterofpaper，’
　　hereflected，withunreasonableresentment，`supposedtoholdallthethreadsinmyhandsandyetIcanbutholdwhatisputinmyhand，andnothingelse。Andtheycanfastentheotherendsofthethreadswheretheyplease。
　　Heraisedhishead，andturnedtowardshissubordinatealong，meagrefacewiththeaccentuatedfeaturesofanenergeticDonQuixote。
　　`Nowwhatisityou’vegotupyoursleeve？’
　　Theotherstared。Hestaredwithoutwinkinginaperfectimmobilityofhisroundeyes，ashewasusedtostareatthevariousmembersofthecriminalclasswhen，afterbeingdulycautioned，theymadetheirstatementsinthetonesofinjuredinnocence，orfalsesimplicity，orsullenresignation。
　　Butbehindthatprofessionalandstonyfixitytherewassomesurprise，too，forinsuchatone，combiningnicelythenoteofcontemptandimpatience，ChiefInspectorHeat，theright—handmanofthedepartment，wasnotusedtobeaddressed。Hebeganinaprocrastinatingmanner，likeamantakenunawaresbyanewandunexpectedexperience。
　　`WhatI’vegotagainstthatmanMichaelisyoumean，sir？’
　　TheAssistantCommissionerwatchedthebullethead;thepointsofthatNorserover’smoustache，fallingbelowthelineoftheheavyjaw;thewholefullandpalephysiognomy，whosedeterminedcharacterwasmarredbytoomuchflesh;atthecunningwrinklesradiatingfromtheoutercornersoftheeyes—andinthatpurposefulcontemplationofthevaluableandtrustedofficerhedrewaconvictionsosuddenthatitmovedhimlikeaninspiration。
　　`Ihavereasontothinkthatwhenyoucameintothisroom，’hesaidinmeasuredtones，`itwasnotMichaeliswhowasinyourmind;notprincipally—perhapsnotatall。’
　　`Youhavereasontothink，sir？’mutteredChiefInspectorHeatwitheveryappearanceofastonishment，whichuptoacertainpointwasgenuineenough。Hehaddiscoveredinthisaffairadelicateandperplexingside，forcinguponthediscovereracertainamountofinsincerity—thatsortofinsinceritywhich，underthenamesofskill，prudence，discretion，turnsupatonepointoranotherinmosthumanaffairs。Hefeltatthemomentlikeatight—ropeartistmightfeelifsuddenly，inthemiddleoftheperformance，themanageroftheMusicHallweretorushoutofthepropermanagerialseclusionandbegintoshaketherope。Indignation，thesenseofmoralinsecurityengenderedbysuchatreacherousproceedingjoinedtotheimmediateapprehensionofabrokenneck，would，inthecolloquialphrase，puthiminastate。Andtherewouldbealsosomescandalizedconcernforhisart，too，sinceamanmustidentifyhimselfwithsomethingmoretangiblethanhisownpersonality，andestablishhispridesomewhere，eitherinhissocialposition，orinthequalityoftheworkheisobligedtodo，orsimplyinthesuperiorityoftheidlenesshemaybefortunateenoughtoenjoy。
　　`Yes，’saidtheAssistantCommissioner;`Ihave。IdonotmeantosaythatyouhavenotthoughtofMichaelisatall。Butyouaregivingthefactyou’vementionedaprominencewhichstrikesmeasnotquitecandid，InspectorHeat。Ifthatisreallythetrackofdiscovery，whyhaven’tyoufolloweditupatonce，eitherpersonallyorbysendingoneofyourmentothatvillage？’
　　`Doyouthink，sir，Ihavefailedinmydutythere？’theChiefInspectorasked，inatonewhichhesoughttomakesimplyreflective。Forcedunexpectedlytoconcentratehisfacultiesuponthetaskofpreservinghisbalance，hehadseizeduponthatpoint，andexposedhimselftoarebuke;fortheAssistantCommissioner，frowningslightly，observedthatthiswasaveryimproperremarktomake。
　　`Butsinceyou’vemadeit，’hecontinued，coldly，`I’lltellyouthatthisisnotmymeaning。’
　　Hepaused，withastraightglanceofhissunkeneyeswhichwasafullequivalentoftheunspokentermination`andyouknowit’。Theheadoftheso—calledSpecialCrimesDepartment，debarredbyhispositionfromgoingoutofdoorspersonallyinquestofsecretslockedupinguiltybreasts，hadapropensitytoexercisehisconsiderablegiftsforthedetectionofincriminatingtruthuponhisownsubordinates。Thatpeculiarinstinctcouldhardlybecalledaweakness。Itwasnatural。Hewasaborndetective。Ithadunconsciouslygovernedhischoiceofacareer，andifiteverfailedhiminlifeitwasperhapsintheoneexceptionalcircumstanceofhismarriage—whichwasalsonatural。Itfed，sinceitcouldnotroamabroad，uponthehumanmaterialwhichwasbroughttoitinitsofficialseclusion。Wecanneverceasetobeourselves。
　　Hiselbowonthedesk，histhinlegscrossedandnursinghischeekinthepalmofhismeagrehand，theAssistantCommissionerinchargeoftheSpecialCrimesbranchwasgettingholdofthecasewithgrowinginterest。
　　HisChiefInspector，ifnotanabsolutelyworthyfoemanofhispenetration，wasatanyratethemostworthyofallwithinhisreach。AmistrustofestablishedreputationswasstrictlyincharacterwiththeAssistantCommissioner’sabilityasdetector。Hismemoryevokedacertainold，fatandwealthynativechiefinthedistantcolonywhomitwasatraditionforthesuccessiveColonialGovernorstotrustandmakemuchofasafirmfriendandsupporteroftheorderandlegalityestablishedbywhitemen;whereas，whenexaminedsceptically，hewasfoundouttobeprincipallyhisowngoodfriend，andnobodyelse’s。Notpreciselyatraitor，butstillamanofmanydangerousreservationsinhisfidelity，causedbyadueregardforhisownadvantage，comfort，andsafety。Afellowofsomeinnocenceinhisnaiveduplicity，butnonethelessdangerous。Hetooksomefindingout。Hewasphysicallyabigman，too，and（allowingforthedifferenceofcolour，ofcourse）
　　ChiefInspectorHeat’sappearancerecalledhimtothememoryofhissuperior。
　　Itwasnottheeyesnoryetthelipsexactly。Itwasbizarre。ButdoesnotAlfredWallacerelateinhisfamousbookontheMalayArchipelagohow，amongsttheAruIslanders，hediscoveredinanoldandnakedsavagewithasootyskinapeculiarresemblancetoadearfriendathome？
　　ForthefirsttimesincehetookuphisappointmenttheAssistantCommissionerfeltasifheweregoingtodosomerealworkforhissalary。Andthatwasapleasurablesensation。`I’llturnhiminsideoutlikeanoldglove，’
　　thoughttheAssistantCommissioner，withhiseyesrestingpensivelyuponChiefInspectorHeat。
　　`No，thatwasnotmythought，’hebeganagain。`Thereisnodoubtaboutyouknowingyourbusiness—nodoubtatall;andthat’spreciselywhyI——’
　　Hestoppedshort，andchanginghistone:`WhatcouldyoubringupagainstMichaelisofadefinitenature？Imeanapartfromthefactthatthetwomenundersuspicion—you’recertainthereweretwoofthem—camelastfromarailwaystationwithinthreemilesofthevillagewhereMichaelisislivingnow。’
　　`Thisbyitselfisenoughforustogoupon，sir，withthatsortofman，’saidtheChiefInspector，withreturningcomposure。Theslight，approvingmovementoftheAssistantCommissioner’sheadwentfartopacifytheresentfulastonishmentoftherenownedofficer。ForChiefInspectorHeatwasakindman，anexcellenthusband，adevotedfather;andthepublicanddepartmentalconfidenceheenjoyed，actingfavourablyuponanamiablenature，disposedhimtofeelfriendlytowardsthesuccessiveAssistantCommissionershehadseenpassthroughthatveryroom。Therehadbeenthreeinhistime。
　　Thefirstone，asoldierly，abrupt，red—facedperson，withwhiteeyebrowsandanexplosivetemper，couldbemanagedwithasilkenthread。Heleftonreachingtheagelimit。Thesecond，aperfectgentleman，knowinghisownandeverybodyelse’splacetoanicety，onresigningtotakeupahigherappointmentoutofEnglandgotdecoratedfor（really）InspectorHeat’sservices。Toworkwithhimhadbeenaprideandapleasure。Thethird，abitofadarkhorsefromthefirst，wasattheendofeighteenmonthssomethingofadarkhorsestilltothedepartment。UponthewholeChiefInspectorHeatbelievedhimtobeinthemainharmless—odd—looking，butharmless。Hewasspeakingnow，andtheChiefInspectorlistenedwithoutwarddeference（whichmeansnothing，beingamatterofduty）andinwardlywithbenevolenttoleration。
　　`MichaelisreportedhimselfbeforeleavingLondonforthecountry？’
　　`Yes，sir。Hedid。’
　　`Andwhatmayhebedoingthere？’continuedtheAssistantCommissioner，whowasperfectlyinformedonthatpoint。Fittedwithpainfultightnessintoanoldwoodenarmchair，beforeaworm—eatenoaktableinanupstairsroomofafour—roomedcottagewitharoofofmoss—growntiles，Michaeliswaswritingnightanddayinashaky，slantinghandthatAutobiographyofaPrisonerwhichwastobelikeabookofRevelationinthehistoryofmankind。Theconditionsofconfinedspace，seclusion，andsolitudeinasmallfour—roomedcottagewerefavourabletohisinspiration。Itwaslikebeinginprison，exceptthatonewasneverdisturbedfortheodiouspurposeoftakingexerciseaccordingtothetyrannicalregulationsofhisoldhomeinthepenitentiary。Hecouldnottellwhetherthesunstillshoneontheearthornot。Theperspirationoftheliterarylabourdroppedfromhisbrow。Adelightfulenthusiasmurgedhimon。Itwastheliberationofhisinnerlife，thelettingoutofhissoulintothewideworld。Andthezealofhisguilelessvanity（firstawakenedbytheofferoffivehundredpoundsfromapublisher）seemedsomethingpredestinedandholy。
　　`Itwouldbe，ofcourse，mostdesirabletobeinformedexactly，’insistedtheAssistantCommissioner，uncandidly。
　　ChiefInspectorHeat，consciousofrenewedirritationatthisdisplayofscrupulousness，saidthatthecountypolicehadbeennotifiedfromthefirstofMichaelis’sarrival，andthatafullreportcouldbeobtainedinafewhours。Awiretothesuperintendent——
　　Thushespoke，ratherslowly，whilehismindseemedalreadytobeweighingtheconsequences。Aslightknittingofthebrowwastheoutwardsignofthis。Buthewasinterruptedbyaquestion。
　　`You’vesentthatwirealready？’
　　`Nosir，’heanswered，asifsurprised。
　　TheAssistantCommissioneruncrossedhislegssuddenly。Thebrisknessofthatmovementcontrastedwiththecasualwayinwhichhethrewoutasuggestion。
　　`WouldyouthinkthatMichaelishadanythingtodowiththepreparationofthatbomb，forinstance？’
　　TheChiefInspectorassumedareflectivemanner。
　　`Iwouldn’tsayso。There’snonecessitytosayanythingatpresent。
　　Heassociateswithmenwhoareclassedasdangerous。HewasmadeadelegateoftheRedCommitteelessthanayearafterhisreleaseonlicence。Asortofcompliment，Isuppose。’
　　AndtheChiefInspectorlaughedalittleangrily，alittlescornfully。
　　Withamanofthatsortscrupulousnesswasamisplacedandevenanillegalsentiment。ThecelebritybestoweduponMichaelisonhisreleasetwoyearsagobysomeemotionaljournalistsinwantofspecialcopyhadrankledeversinceinhisbreast。Itwasperfectlylegaltoarrestthatmanonthebarestsuspicion。Itwaslegalandexpedientonthefaceofit。Histwoformerchiefswouldhaveseenthepoint，atonce;whereasthisone，withoutsayingeitheryesorno，satthere，asiflostinadream。Moreover，besidesbeinglegalandexpedient，thearrestofMichaelissolvedalittlepersonaldifficultywhichworriedChiefInspectorHeatsomewhat。Thisdifficultyhaditsbearinguponhisreputation，uponhiscomfort，andevenupontheefficientperformanceofhisduties。For，ifMichaelisnodoubtknewsomethingaboutthisoutrage，theChiefInspectorwasfairlycertainthathedidnotknowtoomuch。Thiswasjustaswell。Heknewmuchless—theChiefInspectorwaspositive—thancertainotherindividualshehadinhismind，butwhosearrestseemedtohiminexpedient，besidesbeingamorecomplicatedmatter，onaccountoftherulesofthegame。TherulesofthegamedidnotprotectsomuchMichaelis，whowasanex—convict。Itwouldbestupidnottotakeadvantageoflegalfacilities，andthejournalistswhohadwrittenhimupwithemotionalgushwouldbereadytowritehimdownwithemotionalindignation。
　　Thisprospect，viewedwithconfidence，hadtheattractionofapersonaltriumphforChiefInspectorHeat。Anddeepdowninhisblamelessbosomofanaveragemarriedcitizen，almostunconsciousbutpotentnevertheless，thedislikeofbeingcompelledbyeventstomeddlewiththedesperateferocityoftheProfessorhaditssay。Thisdislikehadbeenstrengthenedbythechancemeetinginthelane。TheencounterdidnotleavebehindwithChiefInspectorHeatthatsatisfactorysenseofsuperioritythemembersofthepoliceforcegetfromtheunofficialbutintimatesideoftheirintercoursewiththecriminalclasses，bywhichthevanityofpowerissoothed，andthevulgarloveofdominationoverourfellowcreaturesisflatteredasworthilyasitdeserves。
　　TheperfectanarchistwasnotrecognizedasafellowcreaturebyChiefInspectorHeat。Hewasimpossible—amaddogtobeleftalone。NotthattheChiefInspectorwasafraidofhim;onthecontrary，hemeanttohavehimsomeday。Butnotyet:hemeanttogetholdofhiminhisowntime，properlyandeffectively，accordingtotherulesofthegame。Thepresentwasnottherighttimeforattemptingthatfeat，nottherighttimeformanyreasons，personalandofpublicservice。ThisbeingthestrongfeelingofInspectorHeat，itappearedtohimjustandproperthatthisaffairshouldbeshuntedoffitsobscureandinconvenienttrack，leadinggoodnessknowswhere，intoaquiet（andlawful）sidingcalledMichaelis。Andherepeated，asifreconsideringthesuggestionconscientiously:
　　`Thebomb。No，Iwouldnotsaythatexactly。Wemayneverfindthatout。Butit’sclearthatheisconnectedwiththisinsomeway，whichwecanfindoutwithoutmuchtrouble。’
　　Hiscountenancehadthatlookofgrave，overbearingindifferenceoncewellknownandmuchdreadedbythebettersortofthieves。ChiefInspectorHeat，thoughwhatiscalledaman，wasnotasmilinganimal。ButhisinwardstatewasthatofsatisfactionatthepassivelyreceptiveattitudeoftheAssistantCommissioner，whomurmuredgently:
　　`Andyoureallythinkthattheinvestigationshouldbemadeinthatdirection？’
　　`Ido，sir。’
　　`Quiteconvinced？’
　　`Iam，sir。That’sthetruelineforustotake。’
　　TheAssistantCommissionerwithdrewthesupportofhishandfromhisrecliningheadwithasuddennessthat，consideringhislanguidattitude，seemedtomenacehiswholepersonwithcollapse。But，onthecontrary，hesatup，extremelyalert，behindthegreatwriting—tableonwhichhishandhadfallenwiththesoundofasharpblow。
　　`WhatIwanttoknowiswhatputitoutofyourheadtillnow。’
　　`Putitoutofmyhead，’repeatedtheChiefInspectorveryslowly。’
　　`Yes。Tillyouwerecalledintothisroom—youknow。’
　　TheChiefInspectorfeltasiftheairbetweenhisclothingandhisskinbadbecomeunpleasantlyhot。Itwasthesensationofanunprecedentedandincredibleexperience。
　　`Ofcourse，’hesaid，exaggeratingthedeliberationofhisutterancetotheutmostlimitsofpossibility，`ifthereisareason，ofwhichI
　　knownothing，fornotinterferingwiththeconvictMichaelis，perhapsit’sjustaswellIdidn’tstartthecountypoliceafterhim。’
　　ThistooksuchalongtimetosaythattheunflaggingattentionoftheAssistantCommissionerseemedawonderfulfeatofendurance。Hisretortcamewithoutdelay。
　　`NoreasonwhateverthatIknowof。Come，ChiefInspector，thisfinessingwithmeishighlyimproperonyourpart—highlyimproper。Andit’salsounfair，youknow。Youshouldn’tleavemetopuzzlethingsoutformyselflikethis。Really，Iamsurprised。’
　　Hepaused，thenaddedsmoothly:`Ineedscarcelytellyouthatthisconversationisaltogetherunofficial。’
　　ThesewordswerefarfrompacifyingtheChiefInspector。Theindignationofabetrayedtight—ropeperformerwasstrongwithinhim。Inhisprideofatrustedservanthewasaffectedbytheassurancethattheropewasnotshakenforthepurposeofbreakinghisneck，asbyanexhibitionofimpudence。Asifanybodywereafraid！AssistantCommissionerscomeandgo，butavaluableChiefInspectorisnotanephemeralofficephenomenon。
　　Hewasnotafraidofgettingabrokenneck。Tohavehisperformancespoiledwasmorethanenoughtoaccountfortheglowofhonestindignation。Andasthoughtisnorespecterofpersons，thethoughtofChiefInspectorHeattookathreateningandpropheticshape。`You，myboy，’hesaidtohimself，keepinghisroundandhabituallyrovingeyesfastenedupontheAssistantCommissioner’sface—`you，myboy，youdon’tknowyourplace，andyourplacewon’tknowyouverylongeither，Ibet。’
　　Asifinprovokinganswertothatthought，somethingliketheghostofanamiablesmilepassedonthelipsoftheAssistantCommissioner。Hismannerwaseasyandbusinesslikewhilehepersistedinadministeringanothershaketothetight—rope。
　　`Letuscomenowtowhatyouhavediscoveredonthespot，ChiefInspector，’
　　hesaid。
　　`Afoolandhisjobaresoonparted，’wentonthetrainofpropheticthoughtinChiefInspectorHeat’shead。Butitwasimmediatelyfollowedbythereflectionthatahigherofficial，evenwhen`firedout’（thiswasthepreciseimage），hasstillthetimeashefliesthroughthedoortolaunchanastykickattheshin—bonesofasubordinate。Withoutsofteningverymuchthebasilisknatureofhisstare，hesaid，impassively:
　　`Wearecomingtothatpartofmyinvestigation，sir。’
　　`That’sright。Well，whathaveyoubroughtawayfromit？’
　　TheChiefInspector，whohadmadeuphismindtojumpofftherope，cametothegroundwithgloomyfrankness。
　　`I’vebroughtawayanaddress，’hesaid，pullingoutofhisspocketwithouthasteasingedragofdarkbluecloth。`Thisbelongstotheovercoatthefellowwhogothimselfblowntopieceswaswearing。Ofcourse，theovercoatmaynothavebeenhis，andmayevenhavebeenstolen。Butthat’snotatallprobableifyoulookatthis。’
　　TheChiefInspector，steppinguptothetable，smoothedoutcarefullytheragofbluecloth。Hehadpickeditupfromtherepulsiveheapinthemortuary，becauseatailor’snameisfoundsometimesunderthecollar。
　　Itisnotoftenofmuchuse，butstill—HeonlyhalfexpectedCofindanythinguseful，butcertainlyhedidnotexpecttofind—notunderthecollaratall，butstitchedcarefullyontheunder—sideofthelapel—
　　asquarepieceofcalicowithanaddresswrittenonitinmarkingink。
　　TheChiefInspectorremovedhissmoothinghand。
　　`Icarrieditoffwithmewithoutanybodytakingnotice，’hesaid。`I
　　thoughtitbest。Itcanalwaysbeproducedifrequired。’
　　TheAssistantCommissioner，risingalittleinhischair，pulledtheclothovertohissideofthetable。Hesatlookingatitinsilence。Onlythenumber32andthenameofBrettStreetwerewritteninmarkinginkonapieceofcalicoslightlylargerthananordinarycigarettepaper。
　　Hewasgenuinelysurprised。
　　`Can’tunderstandwhyheshouldhavegoneaboutlabelledlikethis，’
　　hesaid，lookingupatChiefInspectorHeat。`It’samostextraordinarything。’
　　`Imetonceinthesmoking—roomofahotelanoldgentlemanwhowentaboutwithhisnameandaddresssewnoninallhiscoatsincaseofanaccidentorsuddenillness，’saidtheChiefInspector。`Heprofessedtobeeighty—fouryearsold，buthedidn’tlookhisage。Hetoldmehewasalsoafraidoflosinghismemorysuddenly，likethosepeoplehehadbeenreadingofinthepapers。
　　AquestionfromtheAssistantCommissioner，whowantedtoknowwhatwasNo。32BrettStreet，interruptedthatreminiscenceabruptly。TheChiefInspector，drivendowntothegroundbyunfairartifices，hadelectedtowalkthepathofunreservedopenness。Ifhebelievedfirmlythattoknowtoomuchwasnotgoodforthedepartment，thejudiciousholdingbackofknowledgewasasfarashisloyaltydaredtogoforthegoodoftheservice。
　　IftheAssistantCommissionerwantedtomismanagethisaffairnothing，ofcourse，couldpreventhim。But，onhisownpart，henowsawnoreasonforadisplayofalacrity。Soheansweredconcisely:
　　`It’sashop，sir。’
　　TheAssistantCommissioner，withhiseyesloweredontheragofbluecloth，waitedformoreinformation。Asthatdidnotcomeheproceededtoobtainitbyaseriesofquestionspropoundedwithgentlepatience。ThusheacquiredanideaofthenatureofMrVerloc’scommerce，ofhispersonalappearance，andheardatlasthisname。InapausetheAssistantCommissionerraisedhiseyes，anddiscoveredsomeanimationontheChiefInspector’sface。Theylookedateachotherinsilence。
　　`Ofcourse，’saidthelatter，`thedepartmenthasnorecordofthatman。’
　　`Didanyofmypredecessorshaveanyknowledgeofwhatyouhavetoldmenow？’askedtheAssistantCommissioner，puttinghiselbowsonthetableandraisinghisjoinedhandsbeforehisface，asifabouttoofferprayer，onlythathiseyeshadnotapiousexpression。
　　`No，sir;certainlynot。Whatwouldhavebeentheobject？Thatsortofmancouldneverbeproducedpubliclytoanygoodpurpose。Itwassufficientformetoknowwhohewas，andtomakeuseofhiminawaythatcouldbeusedpublicly。’
　　`Anddoyouthinkthatsortofprivateknowledgeconsistentwiththeofficialpositionyouoccupy？’
　　`Perfectly，sir。Ithinkit’squiteproper。Iwilltakethelibertytotellyou，sir，thatitmakesmewhatIam—andIamlookeduponasamanwhoknowshiswork。It’saprivateaffairofmyown。ApersonalfriendofmineintheFrenchpolicegavemethehintthatthefellowwasanEmbassyspy。Privatefriendship，privateinformation，privateuseofit—that’showIlookuponit。’
　　TheAssistantCommissioner，afterremarkingtohimselfthatthementalstateoftherenownedChiefInspectorseemedtoaffecttheoutlineofhislowerjaw，asifthelivelysenseofhishighprofessionaldistinctionhadbeenlocatedinthatpartofhisanatomy，dismissedthepointforthemomentwithacalm`Isee。’Thenleaninghischeekonhisjoinedhands:
　　`Well，then—speakingprivatelyifyoulike—howlonghaveyoubeeninprivatetouchwiththisEmbassyspy？’
　　TothisinquirytheprivateansweroftheChiefInspector，soprivatethatitwasnevershapedintoaudiblewords，was:
　　`Longbeforeyouwereeventhoughtofforyourplacehere。’Theso—to—speakpublicutterancewasmuchmoreprecise。`Isawhimforthefirsttimeinmylifealittlemorethansevenyearsago，whentwoImperialHighnessesandtheImperialChancellorwereonavisithere。Iwasputinchargeofallthearrangementsforlookingafterthem。BaronStott—WartenheimwasAmbassadorthen。Hewasaverynervousoldgentleman。Oneevening，threedaysbeforetheGuildhallBanquet，hesentwordthathewantedtoseemeforamoment。Iwasdownstairs，andthecarriageswereatthedoortotaketheImperialHighnessesandtheChancellortotheopera。Iwentupatonce。