Two days later he walked into MacGregor's office.

The inspector fairly leaped from his chair to greet him.
"You got them, Steele!" he cried.

"You got them after the mur--the killing of Hodges ?" Philip handed him a crumpled bit of paper.
"Those were your latest instructions, sir," he replied quietly.

"I followed them to the letter." MacGregor read, and his face turned as white as the paper he held.

"Good God!" he gasped.
He reeled rather than walked back to his desk, dropped into a chair and buried his face in his arms, his shoulders shaking like those of a sobbing boy.