by Georgette Heyer
"Good God!" said Mr Harte, staring at him between narrowed eyelids. "You're the Sergeant!"
It seemed, from Inspector Pershore's alarming demeanour, that he only awaited a sign from the Chief Inspector to take Mr Harte instantly into custody; but Hemingway, regarding Mr Harte with interest and surprise, gave no such sign. "Well, I was once, but I've been promoted," he replied. "Did you happen to know me when I was a Sergeant, sir?"
"Of course I did!" said Timothy, rising, and going towards him, with his hand held out. "You probably don't remember me, but don't you remember the Kane case?"
A blinding light flooded the Chief Inspector's brain. "Harte!" he exclaimed. "I said it rang a bell! Well, well, if it isn't Terrible - " He broke off, for once in his life confused.
"Terrible Timothy," supplied Mr Harte. "I expect I was, too. How are you? I should have known you anywhere!"
"I'm bound to say I shouldn't have known you, sir," said Hemingway, warmly shaking him by the hand. "If you don't mind my saying so, a nice nuisance you were in those days! And how's that brother of yours? I hope no one's been trying to bump him off since I saw him last?"
"Only Jerry. He lost a leg at Monte Cassino, but otherwise he's flourishing. Got four kids, too."
"You don't say! Well, time certainly does fly! When I think it seems only yesterday you were a nipper yourself, sir, driving me mad trying to help me solve the case-well, it doesn't seem possible!"
"I do seem fated to be embroiled in murders, don't I?" agreed Timothy. "Only this time I'm a suspect, you know!"
"Yes," said Hemingway severely, "and from what I remember of you, sir, that'ud just about suit your book, that would! Of course, I was handicapped on the Kane case, you being only a kid, but thins are different now, and I give you fair warning, if you start getting funny with me I shall know what to do. Because the more I look at you, the more I see you haven't changed at all!"
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