Chapter 16

“No more now, sergeant,” he whispered confidentially. “He is strung up to breaking point. In a week or two, perhaps. Or a month. And in the meantime you will treat what we have told you as absolutely confidential, won’t you?” He propelled him gently towards the door. “It’s all very strange, sir,” he said in a worried voice. “If you knew Albert Prodnut you’d think it was a damned sight stranger,” said Jerningham feelingly. “One of those strange cases of mental aberration, sergeant—almost I might say of psycho-sclero…