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The Venetian Pearls - Prologue (Part 2)

The constable shot Stevenson an annoyed look but went on with the call. Stevenson glanced about, saw the door he wanted, went towards it and entered without knocking.
"Hoi!" The constable jumped to his feet. "What d'you think you're doing?" 

Stevenson hardly acknowledged the man at the computer. Chief Inspector Trelawney sat back in his chair, eyes narrowed, his mouth forming a thin line. His suntanned face and the small wrinkles at the corners of his eyes showed that he spent a lot of time out of doors.

Stevenson placed his briefcase and coat on one of the office chairs on the visitors' side of the desk and took a seat in the other. Puffing like
an old locomotive, the flustered constable looked from Stevenson to the chief inspector.           
"It's all right, Carter." Trelawney raised an eyebrow. "I was expecting the gentleman." He stressed the word 'gentleman' in a way that left no doubt about his opinion of the intruder.

The chief inspector made a steeple with his hands and stared at Stevenson. "I was surprised to hear you were coming. Not to say annoyed. Your company did get a detailed report, after all."

"Yes. I've read it."
(To be continued) 

THE VENETIAN PEARLS a children's whodunit