CHAPTER XVIII

WHEN GREEK MEETS GREEK IT was shortly after eleven o’clock on that same night that the news came to Inspector French. Fed up with the whole business and tired out, he was actually on his way upstairs when his telephone rang. “News of Miss Moran, sir,” came the voice of the sergeant on duty at the Yard. “Hold the line and I’ll put you through.” There was a pause and then another voice sounded. “Is that Victoria 7000? If so, I have a message for you.” “That’s right. Repeat your message, please.” “I’m speaking from ne…