Part 2, Chapter 3

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​⁠Musingly I mounted an eastward-bound bus and sought my office. The more I thought things over the less able I became to shake off the sense of accumulating trifles, of gathering events. And it was as I passed through Pimlico that yet another incident, temporarily forgotten, came back into my mind. This was the curious way in which Esdaile had snapped—it had been a snap—when Rooke had wanted to swe