 it was planned abroad?«
    »Theoretically. Theoretically only, on foreign territory; abroad only by a
fiction,« said the Assistant Commissioner, alluding to the character of
Embassies which are supposed to be part and parcel of the country to which they
belong. »But that's a detail. I talked to you of this business because it's your
government that grumbles most at our police. You see that we are not so bad. I
wanted particularly to tell you of our success.«
    »I'm sure I'm very grateful,« muttered Mr. Vladimir through his teeth.
    »We can put our finger on every anarchist here,« went on the Assistant
Commissioner, as though he were quoting Chief Inspector Heat. »All that's wanted
now is to do away with the agent provocateur to make everything safe.«
    Mr. Vladimir held up his hand to a passing hansom.
    »You're not going in here,« remarked the Assistant Commissioner, looking at
a building of noble proportions and hospitable aspect, with the light of a great
hall falling through its glass doors on a broad flight of steps.
    But Mr. Vladimir, sitting, stony-eyed, inside the hansom, drove off without
a word.
    The Assistant Commissioner himself did not turn into the noble building. It
was the Explorers' Club. The thought passed through his mind that Mr. Vladimir,
honorary member, would not be seen very often there in the future. He looked at
his watch. It was only half-past ten. He had had a very full evening.
 

                                       XI

After Chief Inspector Heat had left him Mr. Verloc moved about the parlour. From
time to time he eyed his wife through the open door. »She knows all about it
now,« he thought to himself with commiseration for her sorrow and with some
satisfaction as regarded himself. Mr. Verloc's soul, if lacking greatness
perhaps, was capable of tender sentiments. The prospect of having to break the
news to her had put him into a fever. Chief Inspector Heat had relieved him of
the task. That was good as far as it went. It remained for him now to face her
grief.
    Mr. Verloc had never expected to have to face it on account of death, whose
catastrophic character cannot be argued away by sophisticated reasoning or
persuasive eloquence. Mr. Verloc never meant Stevie to perish with such abrupt
violence. He did not mean him to perish at all. Stevie dead was a much greater
nuisance than ever he had been when alive. Mr. Verloc
