Chapter Thirty-Seven
After Enid upbraided her fellow investigators for their needlessly violent methods—her protests falling, it must be said, on mostly deaf ears—the final suspect of the afternoon was ushered into the room. This was a burly, hairy individual who only spoke some language none of them could guess. After a long hour and a half of Pluck pontificating on various subjects dear to his heart, none of which discourse could have made the slightest impact on the patently bored interviewee, the man was dismissed, and supper awaited.