Reginald Thomas Maitland Scott

“ In that crowded apartment, large as it was, there was no place in which they could be alone together. As the great specialist was leaving, Wentworth beckoned to him and pointed to Nita's head.
The specialist made a swift examination. "A painful scalp wound," he stated. "I can stitch it under a local anesthetic in a few minutes."
"If you will clear some policemen out of a bedroom," Wentworth suggested, "she can lie down and be comfortable while you do it." He seemed to fumble for a match to light a cigarette as Nita rose. "Lend me your lighter, Nita?" he asked. ”

“ Wentworth took the envelope from the Hindu and looked at the inspector who had entered behind the policemen and with whom he had been talking a few minutes previously.
"If the police interfere with my private life too much," Wentworth remarked a bit acidly, "I shall ask them to go and find some other quarters."
"I am sorry," the inspector apologized. "This is a very serious case and we are all on our toes."
"Toes can be stepped on," said Wentworth sharply and smiled, instantly changing to his very attractive self. "Come over here, inspector, and let's see what the messenger boy has brought me. ”

“ But I believe that this criminal must be captured or killed if the whole world is not to stand aghast."
A telephone mechanic was busy bringing in a trunk line for police use, and Wentworth picked up his own telephone which, for the moment, was silent. He called a very select employment agency. "Send me a chef," he said, "a butler and enough maids for a fifteen-room apartment." Then he added: "All the servants must have brown eyes "
"Not taking any chance of this fiend coming up here as one of your servants and sticking a knife into you, eh?" remarked the inspector. ”