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I called up New Scotland Yard, and asked for Detective-Inspector Bristol, whom I knew well. A few words were sufficient keenly to arouse his curiosity, and he announced his intention of calling upon me immediately. He was in charge of the case of the severed hand. I made no attempt to resume work in the interval preceding his arrival. I had not long to wait, however, ere Bristol was ringing my bell; and I hurried to the door, only too glad to confide in one so well equipped to analyze my doubts and fears. For Bristol is no ordinary policeman, but a trained observer, who, when I first made his acquaintance, completely upset my ideas upon the mental limitations of the official detective force. In appearance Bristol suggests an Anglo-Indian officer, and at the time of which I write he had recently returned from Jamaica and his face was as bronzed as a sailor's. One would never take Bristol for a detective. As he seated himself in the armchair, without preamble I plunged into my story. He listened gravely. "What sort of house is Professor Deeping's?" he asked suddenly. "I have no idea," I replied, "beyond the fact that it is somewhere in Dulwich." "May I use your telephone?" "Certainly." Very quickly Bristol got into communication with the superintendent of P Division. A brief delay, and the man came to the telephone whose beat included the road wherein Professor Deeping's house was situated. "Why!" said Bristol, hanging up the receiver after making a number of inquiries, "it's a sort of rambling cottage in extensive grounds. There's only one servant, a manservant, and he sleeps in a detached lodge. If the Professor is really in danger of attack he could not well have chosen a more likely residence for the purpose!" "What shall you do? What do you make of it all?" "As I see the case," he said slowly, "it stands something like this: Professor Deeping has..." The telephone bell began to ring. I took up the receiver. "Hullo! Hullo." "Cavanagh!--is that Cavanagh?" "Yes! yes! who is that?" "Deeping! I have rung up the police, and they are sending some one. But I wish..." His voice trailed off. The sound of a confused and singular uproar came to me. "Hullo!" I cried. "Hullo!" A shriek--a deathful, horrifying cry--and a distant babbling alone answered me. There was a crash. Clearly, Deeping had dropped the receiver. I suppose my face blanched. "What is it?" aske
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