It was Mr.Jacks who awaited him in the cushioned easy chair.

For a single moment, perhaps, his lips tightened and the light of battle flashed in his face.

Then he crossed the room apparently himself again,--an undistinguished, perfectly natural figure.
"It's Mr.Jacks, isn't it ?" he asked, holding out his hand.

"I thought I recognized you." The Inspector rose to his feet.
"I am sorry to trouble you again, Mr.Coulson," he said, "but if you could spare me just a minute or two, I should be very much obliged." Mr.Coulson laughed pleasantly.
"You can have all you want of me from now till midnight," he declared.
"My business doesn't take very long, and I can only see the people I want to see in the middle of the day.

After that, I don't mind telling you that I find time hangs a bit on my hands.