What troubles me more than the actual fact of Wolff's disappearance is the mystery of his visit to you and his apprehension practically on the spot." "They must have tracked him down there," Dominey remarked.
"Yes, but they couldn't thrust a pair of tongs into your butler's sitting-room, extract Johann Wolff, and set him down inside Norwich Castle or whatever prison he may be in," Seaman objected.

"However, the most disquieting feature about Wolff is that it introduces something we don't understand.

For the rest, we have many men as good, and better, and the time for their utility is past.

You are our great hope now, Dominey." "It is to be, then ?" Seaman took a long and ecstatic draught of his hock and seltzer.
"It is to be," he declared solemnly.

"There was never any doubt about it.