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On the following morning, as soon as I had disposed of the more urgent visits, I collected the proceeds of my investigations -- the finger bone, the remainder of the bone fragments, and the glass tube with the arsenic mirror -- and bustled off to the police station, all agog to spring my mine and set the machinery of the law in motion. My entry was acknowledged by the sergeant, who was perched at his desk, with an affable smile and the inquiry as to what he could do for me.
"I wanted rather particularly to see the Superintendent, if he could spare me a few minutes," I replied.