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his naive duplicity, but none the less dangerous. He took some finding out. He was physically a big man, too, and (allowing for the difference of colour, of course) Chief Inspector Heatā€™s appearance recalled him to the memory of his superior. It was not the eyes nor yet the lips exactly. It was bizarre. But does not Alfred Wallace relate in his famous book on the Malay Archipelago how, amongst the Aru Islanders, he discovered in an old and naked savage with a sooty skin a peculiar resemblance to a dear friend at home?

For the first time since he took up his appointment the Assistant Commissioner felt as if he were going to do some real work for his salary. And that was a pleasurable sensation. ā€œIā€™ll turn him inside out like an old glove,ā€ thought the Assistant Commissioner, with his eyes resting pensively upon Chief Inspector Heat.

ā€œNo, that was not my thought,ā€ he began again. ā€œThere is no doubt about you knowing your businessā ā€”no doubt at all; and thatā€™s precisely why Iā ā€”ā€ He stopped short, and changing his tone: ā€œWhat could you bring up against Michaelis of a definite nature? I mean apart from the fact that the two men under suspicionā ā€”youā€™re certain there were two of themā ā€”came last from a railway station within three miles of the village where Michaelis is living now.ā€

ā€œThis by itself is enough for us to go upon, sir, with that sort of man,ā€ said the Chief Inspector, with returning composure. The slight approving movement of the Assistant Commissionerā€™s head went far to pacify the resentful astonishment of the renowned officer. For Chief Inspector Heat was a kind man, an excellent husband, a devoted father; and the public and departmental confidence he enjoyed acting favourably upon an amiable nature, disposed him to feel friendly towards the successive Assistant Commissioners he had seen pass through that very room. There had been three in his time. The first one, a soldierly, abrupt, red-faced person, with white eyebrows and an explosive temper, could be managed with a silken thread. He left on reaching the age limit. The second, a perfect gentleman, knowing his own and everybody elseā€™s place to a nicety, on resigning to take up a higher appointment out of England got decorated for (really) Inspector Heatā€™s services. To work with him had been a pride and a pleasure. The third, a bit of a dark horse from the first, was at the end of eighteen months something of a dark horse still to the department. Upon the whole Chief Inspector Heat believed him to be in the main harmlessā ā€”odd-looking, but harmless. He was speaking now, and the Chief Inspector listened with outward deference (which means nothing, being a matter of duty) and inwardly with benevolent toleration.

ā€œMichaelis reported himself before leaving London for the country?ā€

ā€œYes, sir. He did.ā€

ā€œAnd what may he be doing there?ā€ continued the Assistant Commissioner, who was perfectly informed on that point. Fitted with painful tightness into an old wooden armchair, before a worm-eaten oak table in an upstairs room of a four-roomed cottage with a roof of moss-grown tiles, Michaelis was writing night and day in a shaky, slanting hand that Autobiography of a Prisoner which was to be like a book of Revelation in the history of mankind. The conditions of confined space, seclusion, and solitude in a small four-roomed cottage were favourable to his inspiration. It was like being in prison, except that one was never disturbed for the odious purpose of taking exercise according to the tyrannical regulations of his old home in the penitentiary. He could not tell whether the sun still shone on the earth or not. The perspiration of the literary labour dropped from his brow. A delightful enthusiasm urged him on. It was the liberation of his inner life, the letting out of his soul into the wide world. And the zeal of his guileless vanity (first awakened by the offer of five hundred pounds from a publisher) seemed something predestined and holy.

ā€œIt would be, of course, most desirable to be informed exactly,ā€ insisted the Assistant Commissioner uncandidly.

Chief Inspector Heat, conscious of renewed irritation at this display of scrupulousness, said that the county police had been notified from the first of Michaelisā€™ arrival, and that a full report could be obtained in a few hours. A wire to the superintendentā ā€”

Thus he spoke, rather slowly, while his mind seemed already to be weighing the consequences. A slight knitting of the brow was the outward sign of this. But he was interrupted by a question.

ā€œYouā€™ve sent that wire already?ā€

ā€œNo, sir,ā€ he answered, as if surprised.

The Assistant Commissioner uncrossed his legs suddenly. The briskness of that movement contrasted with the casual way in which he threw out a suggestion.

ā€œWould you think that Michaelis had anything to do with the preparation of that bomb, for instance?ā€

The Chief Inspector assumed a reflective manner.

ā€œI wouldnā€™t say so. Thereā€™s no necessity to say anything at present. He associates with men who are classed as dangerous. He was made a delegate of the Red Committee less than a year after his release on licence. A sort of compliment, I suppose.ā€

And the Chief Inspector laughed a little angrily, a little scornfully. With a man of that sort scrupulousness was a misplaced and even an illegal sentiment. The celebrity bestowed upon Michaelis on his release two years ago by some emotional journalists in want of special copy had rankled ever since in his breast. It was perfectly legal to arrest that man on the barest suspicion. It was legal and expedient on the face of it. His two former chiefs would have seen the point at once; whereas this one, without saying either yes or no, sat there, as if lost in a dream. Moreover, besides being legal and expedient, the arrest of Michaelis solved a little personal difficulty which worried Chief Inspector Heat somewhat. This difficulty had its bearing upon his reputation, upon his comfort, and even upon the efficient performance of his

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