Myson was a detective inspector who had not yet reached divisional rank, who was the senior of the C.I.D. men in Labar's division. Labar consulted a pad. "Ought to be back in a week's time," he said. "He offered to come back when this thing broke, but I didn't think it was worth while bothering him." "He's got a pretty sound idea of how things are in your division I take it?" "I think so." "Right. Wire him to come back at once. He'll have to take charge of all matters here. After this you'll play a lone hand on this job. You'll want your mind free of everything else if you're going to play the game out with Larry." The divisional inspector looked a little doubtfully at his chief. "I hope you don't think that----" "That you can't run the division, and handle this case too. I do think so. I don't want you to fall between two stools. You want your mind free for this business now it's got so far. You're still the divisional inspector here, but Myson will act until you want to take the reins. Go and find where Larry's hide-out is and it won't matter whether you are away a week or a month." "That certainly ought to make it simpler," said Labar, and with a curt and not unfriendly nod the Chief Constable was gone. Labar drew up the copy for a double crown poster headed with the sinister big black letters affected by the police for bills of this kind--"WANTED." Then with such skill in portraiture as he possessed, added to the scientific formula for these matters, he drew a word picture of Billy Bungey, and sent the resulting composition along to the Criminal Record Office with the request that any amendments might be made and a photograph added if possible, before it was sent to the printing department which is one of the subsidiary departments of the Yard. He dictated a wire to Myson, and began clearing his desk with a mind from which a weight had been lifted. For there was no denying, as Winter had said, that the Larry Hughes business was one that ought to demand his full attention. In the normal way it would have gone to a chief inspector, who would have had no other duties to distract his mind while the case lasted.