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ROGER SHERINGHAM sat on the corner of Chief Inspector Moresby's table at Scotland Yard, prattling of this and that. Occasionally the chief inspector grunted a response, but without looking up from the dossier which he was studying. An onlooker might have feared that few of his companion's words penetrated past the barrier of the chief inspector's ears.