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Though Jim Ferraby was half dead for want of sleep, he was compelled to listen to the man who sat by his side as he drove the car towards Pawsey. For Sooper was brighter and more garrulous than Jim ever remembered him. He might have risen from a long and refreshing sleep, he was so very alert.
-"It takes years to make a good pukka detective. Take Lattimer now: you'd think he knew the game thor'ly. But does he? No, sir. He didn't find that wash-leather bag with the ring in it. An' yet he must have seen it because he knocked it on the floor when the search was goin' on, an' the ring wouldn't have been found at all only one of the locals remembered takin' the chain off an' searched around for it. There's too much deduction about these young officers an' not enough look--see. Tired?"