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"I've made all the necessary arrangements, sir," Inspector Armadale reported to the Chief Constable on the following evening. "A dozen constables -- two with rubber-soled shoes -- and a couple of sergeants. They're to be at the Ravensthorpe gate immediately it's dark enough. The sergeants have the instructions; the constables don't even know where they're going when they leave here."
"That's correct," Sir Clinton confirmed. "Let's see. That's fourteen altogether. Less two, twelve. Plus you and myself, fourteen. I think we'll add to our number. Nothing like being on the safe side. Mr. Chacewater's personally interested in the affair; I think we'll take him in also. And Mr. Clifton might reasonably claim some share in the business. That makes sixteen. You're detaching two constables to watch that lakelet. Well, surely fourteen of us ought to be able to pick up the scoundrel without difficulty."