Chapter II. Strange Instructions

Superintendent Dolan went quietly to the door; by a sort of natural understanding he had taken possession of affairs in the room. The rest of us waited. He opened the door a little way, and then with a gesture of manifest relief threw it wide, and a young man stepped in. A young man clean-shaven, tall and slight; with an eagle face and bright, quick eyes that seemed to take in everything around him at a glance. As he came in, the Superintendent held out his hand; the two men shook hands warmly.

'I came at once, sir, the moment I got your message. I am glad I still have your confidence.'

'That you'll always have,' said the Superintendent heartily. 'I have not forgotten our old Bow Street days, and I never shall!' Then, without a word of preliminary, he began to tell everything he knew up to the moment of the newcomer's entry. Sergeant Daw asked a few questions--a very few--when it was necessary for his understanding of circumstances or the relative positions of persons; but as a rule Dolan, who knew his work thoroughly, forestalled every query, and explained all necessary matters as he went on. Sergeant Daw threw occasionally swift glances round him; now at one of us; now at the room or some part of it; now at the wounded man lying senseless on the sofa.

When the Superintendent had finished, the Sergeant turned to me and said:

'Perhaps you remember me, sir. I was with you in that Hoxton case.'

'I remember you very well,' I said as I held out my hand. The Superintendent spoke again:

'You understand, Sergeant Daw, that you are put in full charge of this case.'

'Under you I hope, sir,' he interrupted. The other shook his head and smiled as he said:

'It seems to me that this is a case that will take all a man's time and his brains. I have other work to do; but I shall be more than interested, and if I can help in any possible way I shall be glad to do so!'

'All right, sir,' said the other, accepting his responsibility with a sort of modified salute; straightway he began his investigation.

First he came over to the Doctor and, having learned his name and address, asked him to write a full report which he could use, and which he could refer to headquarters if necessary- Doctor Winchester bowed gravely as he promised. Then the Sergeant approached me and said sotto voce:

'I like the look of your doctor. I think we can work together!' Turning to Miss Trelawny he asked:

Please let me know what you can of your Father. His ways of life, his history--in fact of anything of whatsoever kind which interests him, or in which he may be concerned.' I was about to interrupt to tell him what she had already said of her ignorance in all matters of her father and his ways, but her warning hand was raised to me pointedly and she spoke herself.

'Alas! I know little or nothing. Superintendent Dolan and Mr. Ross know already all I