"I felt that it had gone as far as I dared to let it; that it was time to call in the police and to have help before it was too late.

That's the case, Mr.Headland.I want you to find some way of getting at the truth, of looking into Travers's luggage, into my stepmother's effects, and unearthing the horrible stuff with which they are doing this thing; and perhaps, when that is known, some antidote may be found to save the dear old dad and restore him to what he was.

Can't you do this?
For God's sake, say that you can." "At all events, I can try, Mr.Bawdrey," responded Cleek.
"Oh, thank you, thank you!" said Bawdrey gratefully.

"I don't care a hang what it costs, what your fees are, Mr.Headland.So long as you run those two to earth, and get hold of the horrible stuff, whatever it is, that they are using, I'll pay any price in the world, and count it cheap as compared with the life of my dear old dad.

When can you take hold of the case?
Now ?" "I'm afraid not.