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Detective Joseph P. McCormick was pacing his office like a caged bear, and his retinue of aides in the outer strongholds, recognizing the storm signals, went about their various tasks as expeditiously as they were able without venturing into his presence to discuss the details of the day's routine. Once his bell whirred viciously and to the scared office boy who reluctantly obeyed the summons the Chief turned a face like a thunder cloud.
"Ross shown up yet? " he barked.