for honors. I won't be fallen upon and caressed affectionately by the police for coming in at this stage of the game; so be careful not to rub their bristles the wrong way. My assistant, who's there now, tells me he thinks the Inspector has put Heath in charge. Heath's a sergeant in the Homicide Bureau, and is undoubtedly convinced at the present moment that I'm taking hold in order to get the publicity."
"Aren't you his technical superior?" asked Vance.
"Of course; and that makes the situation just so much more delicate. . . . I wish to God the Major hadn't called me up."
"Eheu!" sighed Vance. "The world is full of Heaths. Beastly nuisances."
"Don't misunderstand me," Markham hastened to assure him. "Heath is a good man—in fact, as good a man as we've got. The mere fact that he was assigned to the case shows how seriously the affair is regarded at Headquarters. There'll be no unpleasantness about my taking charge, you understand; but I want the atmosphere to be as halcyon as possible. Heath'll resent my bringing along you two chaps as spectators, anyway; so I beg of you, Vance, emulate the modest violet."
"I prefer the blushing rose, if you don't mind," Vance protested. "However, I'll instantly give the hypersensitive Heath one of my choicest Régie cigarettes with the rose-petal tips."
"If you do," smiled Markham, "he'll probably arrest you as a suspicious character."
We had drawn up abruptly in front of an old brownstone residence on the upper side of Forty-
