I seldom require it; but I might, and so it follows me about." Richard and Inspector Val stepped to the Fourteenth Street door.

At Richard's lifted hand an olive-tinted brougham, coachman and footman liveried to match, drawn by a pair of restless bay horses, came plunging to the curb.

The footman swung down in three motions, like a soldier about some point of drill.
"Home!" said Richard.
The footman in three motions regained his perch; the whip cracked and the brougham went plunging off for Mr.Gwynn's.
Richard came to the common-sense conclusion to lay the complete story of his perplexities before Inspector Val.

A detective was so much like a doctor that frankness would be worth while.

One was called to cure the health, the other to cure a situation; the more one told either scientist the faster and better he could work.