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"Ah!" exclaimed Kerry, his fierce eyes lighting up. "That will
be from home."
"I don't think so," was the reply. "But see who it is."
"Hello!" he called.
He was answered by an unfamiliar voice, a voice which had a
queer, guttural intonation. It was the sort of voice he had
learned to loathe.
"Is that Chief Inspector Kerry?"
"Yes," he snapped.
"May I take it that what I have to say will be treated in
confidence?"
"Certainly not."
"Think again, Chief Inspector," the voice continued. "You are a
man within sight of the ambition of years, and although you may
be unaware of the fact, you stand upon the edge of a disaster. I
appreciate your sense of duty and respect it. But there are
times when diplomacy is a more potent weapon than force."
Kerry, listening, became aware that the speaker was a man of
cultured intellect. He wondered greatly, but:
"My time is valuable," he said rapidly. "Come to the point.
What do you want and who are you?"
"One moment, Chief Inspector. An opportunity to make your
fortune without interfering with your career has come in your
way. You have obtained possession of what you believe to be a
clue to a murder."
The voice ceased, and Kerry remaining silent, immediately
continued:
"Knowing your personal character, I doubt if you have
communicated the fact of your possessing this evidence to anyone
else. I suggest, in your own interests, that before doing so you
interview me."
Kerry thought rapidly, and then:
"I don't say you're right," he rapped back. "But if I come to
see you, I shall leave a sealed statement in possession of the
officer in charge here."
"To this I have no objection," the guttural voice replied, "but I
beg of you to bring the evidence with you."
"I'm not to be bought," warned Kerry. "Don't think it and don't
suggest it, or when I get to you I'll break you in half."
His red moustache positively bristled, and he clutched the
receiver so tightly that it quivered against his ear.
"You mistake me," replied the speaker. "My name is Zani Chada.
You know where I live. I shall not detain you more than five
minutes if you will do me the honour of calling upon me."
Kerry chewed furiously for ten momentous seconds, then:
"I'll come!" he said.
He replaced the receiver on the hook, and, walking across to the
charge desk, took an official form and a pen. On the back of the
form he scribbled rapidly, watched with curiosity by the officer
in charge.
"Give me an envelope," he directed.
An envelope was found and handed to him. He placed the paper in
the envelope, gummed down the lapel, and addressed it in large,
bold writing to the Assistant Commissioner of the Criminal
Investigation Department, who was his chief. Finally:
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