"Dramatic and sensational developments" were promised, and police activity in "an unexpected direction" fore-shadowed.
All of which, of course, was mere journalistic paraphrasing of circumstances already known to the writers, and none the less galling to Grant on that account.
And there was no answer from the Commissioner of Police at Scotland Yard.
True, the overnight telegram might have reached the Department after office hours.

Grant, like most members of the general public, held the vague belief that Government officials do very little work.

Still, one might reasonably expect better things from the institution which was supposed to safeguard law-abiding citizens.
Calm analysis of Ingerman's nebulous threats had revealed a hostile force not to be despised.

Possibly, the man was already in league with that narrow-minded village constable, so every passing hour made more urgent the need of a trained intelligence being brought to bear on the mystery of Adelaide Melhuish's killing.

Grant racked his brains to discover who could possibly have a motive for committing the crime.
Naturally, his thoughts flew to Ingerman.