Although Britz permitted his assistant to find welcome rest after the crowded activities of the day, he did not allow himself the same pleasant relaxation.

He felt no craving for sleep.

His faculties were too tensely alert for slumber, an inexhaustible spring of energy kept him fresh and active.

There were certain channels in this mysterious case which had thus far been entirely neglected.

It was necessary to explore them at once, lest they vanish overnight.
Britz proceeded to the Night Court, where he found the Magistrate dispensing justice with the bored impatience of one grown tired of hearing the monotonous repetition of trite excuses.
Accustomed as he had grown to contact with vice and crime, Britz invariably entered this courtroom with a feeling of depression.