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"About as easy as shelling peas--eh?" he asked.
"I expected an arrest," answered the detective. "It can't be long
delayed."
As though to confirm him the telephone bell rang and Halfyard rose
and entered the box to receive the latest information.
"Paignton speaking," said the message. "We have just called at
address of Captain Redmayne--No. 7 Marine Terrace. He was expected
last night--had wired yesterday to say he'd be home. They left
supper for him, as usual when he is expected, and went to bed.
Didn't hear him return, but found on going down house next morning
that he had come--supper eaten, motor bike in tool house in back
yard, where he keeps it. They called him at ten o'clock--no answer.
They went in his room. Not there and bed not slept in and his
clothes not changed. He's not been seen since."
"Hold on. Mark Brendon's here and has the case. He'll speak."
Inspector Halfyard reported the statement and Brendon picked up the
mouthpiece.
"Detective Brendon speaking. Who is it?"
"Inspector Reece, Paignton.


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