Langholm opened his eyes.
"It's my own show," he protested.
"Would you say that if you had got the man?
I doubt it would be our show then!" wheezed the Chief Constable, who was enormously fat.
"It would be Scotland Yard's," admitted Langholm, "perhaps." "Unless you got him up here," suggested the fat official.

"In that case you would naturally come to me." Langholm met his eyes.

They were very small and bright, as the eyes of the obese often are, or as they seem by contrast with a large crass face.

Langholm fancied he perceived a glimmer of his own enlightenment, and instinctively he lied.
"We are not likely to get him up here," he said.

"This is about the last place where I should look!" The Chief Constable took his departure with a curious smile.