CHAPTER XI.
After Chief Inspector Heat had left him Mr Verloc moved about the parlour.
From time to time he eyed his wife through the open door.

"She knows all about it now," he thought to himself with commiseration for her sorrow and with some satisfaction as regarded himself.

Mr Verloc's soul, if lacking greatness perhaps, was capable of tender sentiments.

The prospect of having to break the news to her had put him into a fever.
Chief Inspector Heat had relieved him of the task.

That was good as far as it went.