INSPECTOR REYNOLDS laid down his pen and frowned at the door of his office at the Yard opened.
"What is it, Jenkins?" he asked with a touch of irritation. "You know I have an urgent report to finish before noon."
Detective Sergeant Jenkins looked worried. He regarded the Inspector's wish as his law, but this morning circumstances seemed to warrant the interruption. At least, he hoped so.
"A man wants to see you on a matter of life and death, sir."
The Inspector smiled.
"They all say that. Who is he?"
"He won't give his name, address or business to anyone but you. He's well-dressed, apparently well-educated, about thirty-eight years of age, and might be called good-looking if he weren't so white and jumpy. The constable on duty says the man has waited more than an hour although he was told that you would Dot
see him unless he filled in the form."