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Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips), 1866-1946

"The Profiteers"

We're not out for our
health--who is in the City? If we can make money out of wheat, it's our
business and nobody else's."
The inspector was a little weary, but he continued without any sign of
impatience.
"I know nothing about the British and Imperial Granaries, my lord," he
said. "My time is too fully occupied to take any interest in outside
affairs. In the course of time," he went on, "we shall inevitably get to
the bottom of this very cleverly engineered conspiracy. Crime of every
sort is detected sooner or later, except in the case, say, of a
single-handed murder, or an offence of that nature. In the present
instance, there is evidence that a very large number of persons were
concerned, and detection finally becomes, therefore, a certainty. In the
meantime, however, I thought it as well to pass you a word of warning."
"Warning, indeed!" Dredlinton muttered. "I won't move out of the house
without a bodyguard. If any one dares to interfere with me, I'll--I'll
shoot them! What happens to a man, Inspector, if he shoots another in
self-defence, eh?"
"It depends upon the circumstances, my lord," was the cautious reply.
"The law in England requires self-defence to be very clearly
established."
Dredlinton moved to the sideboard, poured himself out a liqueur and
drank it off.
"Will you take something.


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