Chapter 8

"Anything you like, old lad," murmured Drummond. "But be merciful. Remember my innocent wife in the country." And silence settled on the room, broken only by the low-voiced conversation between McIver and his chief in the window. By their gestures it seemed as if Sir Bryan was suggesting something to his subordinate to which that worthy officer was a little loath to agree. And after a while a strangled snore from the chair announced that Drummond was ceasing to take an intelligent interest in things mundane. "He'…