What she did not follow was the veiled admiration in Superintendent Fowler's glance at the detective.

Those few inconsequential questions had shed a flood of light on Siddle's past and present, yet the informant was blissfully unaware of their real purport.
And the way was opened so deftly.

The purchase of a chemist's business would almost certainly be negotiated through a local lawyer.

Let him be found, and Siddle's pre-Steynholme days could be "looked into," as the police phrase has it.

The superintendent had the rare merit of being candid with himself.