Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; Extortion -- Fiction; Gangs -- Fiction
“Every effort of your police, both official and private, the genius of
Mr. Derrick Yale, and the plodding efforts of Chief Inspector Parr,
have failed to check Our activity. The full story of Our success is
not known. It has been unfortunately Our unpleasant duty to remove a
number of people from life, not so much in a spirit of vengeance, as
to serve as a salutary warning to others, and only this morning it has
been Our unhappy duty to remove Mr. Samuel Heggitt, a lawyer, who was
engaged by the late Harvey Froyant on particular work, in the course
of which he came unpleasantly close to Our identity.
“Fortunately for the other members of his firm, he undertook that task
personally. His body will be found by the side of the railway between
Brixton and Marsden.
“Since the police are unable to hold Us, and since We are in complete
agreement with those in authority who say that We are the most
dangerous menace to society that exists, We have agreed to forego Our
activities on condition that the sum of a million pounds sterling is
placed at Our disposal. The method by which this money shall be
transferred will be detailed later. This must be accompanied by a free
pardon in blank, so that We may, if occasion necessitates, or
hereinafter Our identity is disclosed, avail Ourselves of that
document.
“Refusal to agree to Our terms will have unpleasant consequences. We
name hereunder twelve eminent Parliamentarians, who must stand as
hostages for the fulfilment of Our desire. If, at the end of the week,
the Government have not agreed to Our terms, one of these gentlemen
will be removed.”
The first person that Parr met on his arrival at Whitehall was Derrick
Yale, and for once the famous detective looked worried.
“I was afraid of this development,” he said, “and the queer thing is
that it has come at a moment when I thought I was in a position to lay
my hand on the chief offender.”
He took Parr’s hand in his, and walked him along the gloomy corridor.
“This spoils my day’s fishing,” he said, and Inspector Parr
remembered.
“Of course, to-day is the day you die! But I suppose you are reprieved
under the general amnesty which the Crimson Circle have issued,” he
said drily, and his companion laughed.
“I want to tell you, before we go into this meeting, that I am willing
to place myself unreservedly at your disposal,” he said quietly. “I
think you ought to know, Parr, that the present wishes of the Cabinet
are to give me an official status and place the whole of the
investigations in my charge. I have been sounded on the matter, and
have given them point-blank refusal. I am convinced that you are the
best man for the job, and I will serve under no other chief.”
“Thank you,” said Parr simply. “Perhaps the Cabinet will take another
view.”
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