CHAPTER XVIII

/J. G. Reeder/ came downstairs, and those who saw his face realised that it was not the tragedy he had almost witnessed which had made him so white and drawn. He found Gray in Daver’s office, waiting for his call to London. It came through as Reeder entered the room, and he took the instrument from his subordinate’s hand. He dismissed the death of Daver in a few words, and went on: “I want all the local policemen we can muster, Simpson, though I think it would be better if we could get soldiers. There’s a garrison …