Case Without a Corpse (1937)
“Simmons. He looked almost offensively healthy and full of beans, and I remarked on it.
“I’m in training for the Police Boxing Championship,” he explained. “I got into the final last year.”
So that was it. I had always thought that he looked like a boxer. “Did you want to see me?” I asked.
“Yes, sir. Detective-Inspector Stute told me to call in on my way by. He’s had a report in from Scotland Yard, and says that if you want to see the next move in this case, you had better go round there.”
“The next move?” I repeated.
“That’s what he said, sir.”
“Well, thank you, Constable. I’ll go straight round.”
I hadn’t had a chance to speak to Beef for some days, and was glad to see his red face, with a smile on it, when I entered his little office.
“Morning, Townsend,” said Stute. “I thought you would like to hear the latest. We’ve had two reports about Fairfax.”
He picked up a photograph of a heavy-faced, solemn, not very amiable-looking man, and handed it to me.
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