Chapter 5

Through the open window there came the murmur of the London traffic--that soothing sound so conducive to sleep in those who have lunched well. But that did not apply to the man lying back in his chair. Sir Bryan's lunch was always a frugal meal, and it was no desire for sleep that made the Director of Criminal Investigation close his eyes. He was puzzled, and the report lying on the desk in front of him was the reason. For perhaps ten minutes he remained motionless, then he leaned forward and touched an electric…