Mr. Parker shook his head mournfully.
"You may well ask," he sighed. "You may not think it, to look at his
ingenuous and honest expression, but the fact, nevertheless, remains that
Mr. Cullen is a misguided but zealous member of the Sherlock Holmes
fraternity: in short, a detective."
I rose to my feet with some alacrity.
"Anything in the shape of an adventure--" I began.
"Not much adventure about this," Mr. Parker interrupted gloomily, brushing
the ashes from his waistcoat and also rising. "We are probably going to be
searched for spoons. However if it must be--"
For the first time in my life I walked side by side with a detective. He
led us to the far end of the restaurant, into an apartment usually used by
the manager as a wine-tasting office, and carefully closed the door behind
us. Outside I caught the glimmer of a policeman's helmet.
"Every precaution taken, you perceive," Mr. Parker remarked. "In case we
should turn out to be desperate characters and, appalled by the fear of
discovery, should be driven to make a personal attack upon Mr. Cullen, a
myrmidon of the law is lurking near. Under those circumstances I shall
eschew violence. I shall submit myself peaceably to a second examination.
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