Chapter 39

"That's the whisky that I found in the glass on his writing table--I want it analysed." "How was Moran dressed when you found him?" asked one of the chief inspectors. "He had everything on--including his boots," said Surefoot. "And what is more, he was lying with his feet on the pillow--it is not the position I should choose if I were committing suicide. All very rum and mysterious and scientific, but it doesn't impress _me_!" The Chief Inspector sniffed. "Nothing impresses you, Surefoot, except good beer. What is …