"I want something that is sure to go and go fast." The chief inspector, with full steam up, was energy personified.

His bulging eyes, his firm chin, his round fists, one clenching the telephone instrument, the other resting on the table, were eloquent of the man of action.
His pride had been sore stricken by the escape of Wong Li Fu when that master scoundrel was actually in his grasp.

But those powerful hands of his were far-reaching, and it would go hard with the jiu jitsu expert when next they gripped his lithe frame.
Almost before Theydon had quitted the room Winter snapped--there is no other word for it--literally snapped a question at Evelyn.
"What's your telephone number ?" She told him, and again the Eastbourne exchange was bidden exert itself.
"That you, Mr.Forbes ?" said the chief inspector, after a short wait.
"Yes." "I am Winter, of Scotland Yard.

I want to assure you that your wife and daughter will be under your roof within the next three hours.

Mrs.
Forbes will probably be escorted by a gentleman named Handyside, an American.