The Chief Inspector was not inclined to enlarge on the value of Mr
Verloc’s services.
“He would not be much good to anybody but myself. One has got to
know a good deal beforehand to make use of a man like that. I can
understand the sort of hint he can give. And when I want a hint he
can generally furnish it to me.”
The Chief Inspector lost himself suddenly in a discreet reflective
mood; and the Assistant Commissioner repressed a smile at the
fleeting thought that the reputation of Chief Inspector Heat might
possibly have been made in a great part by the Secret Agent Verloc.
“In a more general way of being of use, all our men of the Special
Crimes section on duty at Charing Cross and Victoria have orders to
take careful notice of anybody they may see with him. He meets the
new arrivals frequently, and afterwards keeps track of them. He
seems to have been told off for that sort of duty. When I want an
address in a hurry, I can always get it from him. Of course, I
know how to manage our relations. I haven’t seen him to speak to
three times in the last two years. I drop him a line, unsigned,
and he answers me in the same way at my private address.”
From time to time the Assistant Commissioner gave an almost
imperceptible nod. The Chief Inspector added that he did not
suppose Mr Verloc to be deep in the confidence of the prominent
members of the Revolutionary International Council, but that he was
generally trusted of that there could be no doubt. “Whenever I’ve
had reason to think there was something in the wind,” he concluded,
“I’ve always found he could tell me something worth knowing.”
The Assistant Commissioner made a significant remark.
“He failed you this time.”
“Neither had I wind of anything in any other way,” retorted Chief
Inspector Heat. “I asked him nothing, so he could tell me nothing.
He isn’t one of our men. It isn’t as if he were in our pay.”
“No,” muttered the Assistant Commissioner. “He’s a spy in the pay
of a foreign government. We could never confess to him.”
“I must do my work in my own way,” declared the Chief Inspector.
“When it comes to that I would deal with the devil himself, and
take the consequences. There are things not fit for everybody to
know.”
“Your idea of secrecy seems to consist in keeping the chief of your
department in the dark. That’s stretching it perhaps a little too
far, isn’t it? He lives over his shop?”
“Who – Verloc? Oh yes. He lives over his shop. The wife’s
mother, I fancy, lives with them.”
“Is the house watched?”
“Oh dear, no. It wouldn’t do. Certain people who come there are
watched. My opinion is that he knows nothing of this affair.”
“How do you account for this?” The Assistant Commissioner nodded
at the cloth rag lying before him on the table.
“I don’t account for it at all, sir. It’s simply unaccountable.
It can’t be explained by what I know.” The Chief Inspector made
those admissions with the frankness of a man whose reputation is
established as if on a rock. “At any rate not at this present
moment. I think that the man who had most to do with it will turn
out to be Michaelis.”
“You do?”
“Yes, sir; because I can answer for all the others.”
“What about that other man supposed to have escaped from the park?”
“I should think he’s far away by this time,” opined the Chief
Inspector.
The Assistant Commissioner looked hard at him, and rose suddenly,
as though having made up his mind to some course of action. As a
matter of fact, he had that very moment succumbed to a fascinating
temptation. The Chief Inspector heard himself dismissed with
instructions to meet his superior early next morning for further
consultation upon the case. He listened with an impenetrable face,
and walked out of the room with measured steps.
Whatever might have been the plans of the Assistant Commissioner
they had nothing to do with that desk work, which was the bane of