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Calgary and Huish looked at each other. Calgary saw what seemed to himone of the most depressed¹ and gloomy-looking men he had ever seen. Soprofoundly disillusioned² did he appear that Calgary felt tempted³ to sup-pose that Superintendent⁴ Huish’s career had been one long series of fail-ures. He was surprised to discover on a later occasion that SuperintendentHuish had been extremely successful professionally. Huish saw a lean,prematurely grey-haired man with slightly stooping shoulders, a sensitiveface and a singularly attractive smile.
“You don’t know who I am, I’m afraid,” Calgary began.
“Oh, we know all about you, Dr. Calgary,” said Huish. “You’re the jokerin the pack who queered the Argyle case.” A rather unexpected smile lif-ted the corners of his sad-looking mouth.
“You can hardly regard me favourably⁵ then,” said Calgary.
“It’s all in the day’s work,” said Superintendent Huish. “It seemed a clearcase and nobody can be blamed for thinking it so. But these things hap-pen,” he went on. “They’re sent to try us, so my old mother used to say. Wedon’t bear malice⁶, Dr. Calgary. After all, we do stand for Justice, don’t we?”
“So I’ve always believed, and shall continue to believe,” said Calgary.
“To no man will we deny justice,” he murmured softly.
“Magna Carta,” said Superintendent Huish.
“Yes,” said Calgary, “quoted to me by Miss Tina Argyle.”
Superintendent Huish’s eyebrows⁷ rose.
“Indeed. You surprise me. That young lady, I should say, has not beenparticularly active in helping⁸ the wheels of justice to turn.”
“Now why do you say that?” asked Calgary.

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