I can find what move he's upon, easy enough, presently.' Then he beckoned and led the way again, and they came to the police-station, still as clean and cool and steady as before, saving that the flame of its lamp--being but a lamp-flame, and only attached to the Force as an outsider--flickered in the wind.
Also, within doors, Mr Inspector was at his studies as of yore.
He recognized the friends the instant they reappeared, but their reappearance had no effect on his composure.

Not even the circumstance that Riderhood was their conductor moved him, otherwise than that as he took a dip of ink he seemed, by a settlement of his chin in his stock, to propound to that personage, without looking at him, the question, 'What have YOU been up to, last ?' Mortimer Lightwood asked him, would he be so good as look at those notes?
Handing him Eugene's.
Having read the first few lines, Mr Inspector mounted to that (for him) extraordinary pitch of emotion that he said, 'Does either of you two gentlemen happen to have a pinch of snuff about him ?' Finding that neither had, he did quite as well without it, and read on.
'Have you heard these read ?' he then demanded of the honest man.
'No,' said Riderhood.
'Then you had better hear them.' And so read them aloud, in an official manner.
'Are these notes correct, now, as to the information you bring here and the evidence you mean to give ?' he asked, when he had finished reading.
'They are.

They are as correct,' returned Mr Riderhood, 'as I am.

I can't say more than that for 'em.' 'I'll take this man myself, sir,' said Mr Inspector to Lightwood.

Then to Riderhood, 'Is he at home?
Where is he?
What's he doing?
You have made it your business to know all about him, no doubt.' Riderhood said what he did know, and promised to find out in a few minutes what he didn't know.
'Stop,' said Mr Inspector; 'not till I tell you: We mustn't look like business.