The Chestermarke Instinct by J.S. Fletcher

Polke, superintendent of the Scarnham police force, a little, round, cheery-faced man, whose mutton-chop whiskers suggested much business-like capacity and an equal amount of common sense, rose from his desk and bowed as the Earl of Ellersdeane entered his office.

"I know what your lordship's come for! " he said, with a twinkle of the eye which betokened infinite comprehension. "The young lady's been here."