Detective and mystery stories; Police -- Great Britain -- Fiction
“That Radinska woman didn’t put it over him in the Curzon case,
anyhow, sir.”
“No, nor she did—I remember. Good-looker, too. Bit of a St. Anthony.
On the whole he sounds the man for the job.”
“I think he is, sir,” agreed the Chief Inspector, with an inward
chuckle.
“Call him up, then, if he’s here. May as well get on with it at once.”
Chief Inspector Barrod pulled the house-telephone towards him.
CHAPTER VI
Inspector John Poole
Detective-Inspector John Poole had had, as Chief Inspector Barrod had
told Sir Leward Marradine, a good education. That is to say, he had
been to a private school, one of the smaller public schools, and to
the University of Oxford, where he had been an exhibitioner of St.
James’s College. It was at Oxford that the seed of his rather
eccentric ambition had been sown in him. His father, a country doctor
with a comfortable practice, had intended him at first to follow in
his own footsteps, but when John began to show signs of brain power
above the family average, without feeling any of the “call” to a
career of healing that is so essential to success in that profession,
he had substituted the Bar as the goal of the boy’s academical
efforts. John had a cool, clear brain, the facility to express himself
concisely, and a capacity for hard and persistent work—a dogged
pursuit of results—all admirable qualities in a barrister.
For a time young Poole followed the course laid down for him willingly
enough. He took his Law Prelim. in his stride, and settled down to the
pursuit of Final Honours—a First if possible, a Second as very second
best. At the same time he did not neglect either the athletic or
social side of University life. In his third year he got an Athletic
Half-Blue, running as second string in the Low Hurdles, whilst in the
summer he played cricket for his College and once figured, but without
conspicuous success, in a Seniors’ Match. He began to rehearse a small
part in _The Winter’s Tale_ for the O.U.D.S. but, finding it took too
much of his time, mostly spent in hanging about watching the stars
spread themselves, he gave it up and took to political and other
debating societies.
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