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The Chief Constable waved the slip of paper on one side as if it had been a matter of comparatively no importance, and with the same detached air Archenfield folded it up and put it in his pocket. No one seemed to be troubling much about anything, and, to a casual observer, there was no air of tragedy in the proceedings. The two Chinamen themselves might have had nothing to do whatever with what was going on, for they were perhaps the most indifferent of the group, though one of them appeared to Archenfield to cast a lingering, regretful eye upon the sheet of notepaper. But a minute or two later they had vanished down a flight of stone steps leading to the cells below, and the incident was over.
Cole turned to Archenfield.