“I should go home and—well, think no more about these matters.”
“Leave it to you, in fact?”
“Well,” said Superintendent Battle, “after all, we are the professionals.”
“And I’m only an amateur? Yes, but you forget one thing—I mayn’t have your knowledge and skill—but I have one advantage over you. I can work in the dark.”
She thought that the Superintendent seemed a little taken aback, as though the force of her words struck home.
“Of course,” said Bundle, “if you won’t give me a list of secret societies—”
“Oh! I never said that. You shall have a list of the whole lot.”
He went to the door, put his head through and called out something, then came back to his chair. Bundle, rather unreasonably, felt baffled. The ease with which he acceded to her request seemed to her suspicious. He was looking at her now in a placid fashion.
“Do you remember the death of Mr. Gerald Wade?” she asked abruptly.
“Down at your place, wasn’t it? Took an overdraught of sleeping mixture.”
“His sister says he never took things to make him sleep.”
“Ah!” said the Superintendent. “You’d be surprised what a lot of things there are that sisters don’t know.”
Bundle again felt baffled. She sat in silence till a man came in with a typewritten sheet of paper, which he handed to the Superintendent.