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Inspector Joseph French, of the Criminal Investigation Department of New Scotland Yard, sat writing in his room in the great building on Victoria Embankment. Before him on his desk lay sheet after sheet of memorandum paper covered with his small, neat writing, and his pen travelled so steadily over the paper that an observer might have imagined that he had given up the detection of crime and taken instead to journalism.
He was on a commonplace job, making a _précis_ of the life history of an extremely commonplace burglar. But though he didn't know it, Fate, weighty with the issues of life and death, was even then knocking at his door.