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It was the next morning, Sunday morning, a few minutes after eight. Inspector Romilly had just come on duty at the Police headquarters in Victoria Square when the telephone bell rang sharply. He picked up the receiver.
"Police headquarters, Inspector Romilly, what is it? What -- where -- at Clyde House, Glenelg? At Mr. McIver's -- what, Mr. McIver himself? Good Lord! Who's speaking?"