"
He remembered that he had promised, despite the lateness of the
hour, to telephone the lad directly he had received a certain
report, and to tell him whether he might wait up for his return
or whether he must turn in. Kerry, stamping his small, neatly
shod feet upon the pavement, smiled agreeably. He was thinking
of the telephone which recently he had had installed in his house
in Brixton. His wife had demanded this as a Christmas box,
pointing out how many uneasy hours she would be spared by the
installation. Kerry had consented cheerfully enough, for was he
not shortly to be promoted to the exalted post of a
superintendent of the Criminal Investigation Department?
These reflections were cheering and warming; and, waiting until a
gap occurred in the stream of cabs and cars, he crossed
Piccadilly and proceeded along Bond Street, swinging his
shoulders in a manner which would have enabled any constable in
the force to recognize "Red Kerry" at a hundred yards.
The fierce eyes scrutinized the occupants of all the lighted
cars. At pedestrians also he stared curiously, and at another
smaller group of travellers waiting for the buses on the left-
hand side of the street he looked hard and long.
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