CHAPTER XXII

MR. WALTER DERRICK confessed to having an equable nature. Few men whose houses were marked by gangs of armed burglars, who had suffered the outrages which had been his, had been subjected to the horror of having murder done in their drawing rooms, would have accepted so philosophically the amazing sequence of events which had punctured recent weeks. “My equanimity,” he told the reporter of the _Post Herald_, “is nine tenths laziness, a sheer disinclination to trouble my head about things I cannot rectify or put rig…