The Abduction of Psyche

The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
The Jewel Casket
The A.C. looked at his blotting pad doodles. "What a bulldog you are, Fred," he said.
　　Half an hour later Chief-Inspector Davy was enteringa quiet and rather shabby office.
　　The large man behind the desk rose and put forward ahand.
　　"Chief-Inspector Davy? Do sit down, he said. Doyou care for a cigar?"
　　Chief-Inspector Davy shook his head.
　　"I must apologise," hesaid, in his deep countryman's voice, "for wasting your valuable time."
　　Mr. Robinson smiled. He was a fat man and very welldressed. He had a yellow face, his eyes were dark and sad looking and his mouth was largeand generous. He frequently smiled to display over-large teeth. "The better to eat you with," thoughtChief-Inspector Davy irrelevantly. His English was perfect and without accent but he wasnot an Englishman. Father wondered, as many others had wondered before him, whatnationality Mr. Robinson really was.