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Roger sat on the table in Moresby's room at Scotland Yard and swung his legs moodily. Moresby was being no help at all.
"I've told you, Mr. Sheringham," said the Chief Inspector, with a patient air. "It's not a bit of good you trying to pump me. I've told you all we know here. I'd help you if I could, as you know" -- Roger snorted incredulously -- "but we're simply at a dead end."