Monty is of course shaken, but Miller does his best to calm him. The constable breathes deeply. "Thank you, Father," he says.
"Certainly," Longtree says in response to Diggory's question. "Step into my office." He leads the way up the hall and shuts the door behind him. "Take a seat, Monty."
The inspector's office is covered in reminders of cases in which he was involved, newspaper clippings and photographs and the like. Otherwise, the room is sparse, a relatively empty affair with two desks, two chairs, and a typewriter.
The constable seats himself while Diggory, Miller, Trevor, Hewitt, Westcott and Longtree station themselves around the room. "So, Monty, we're free from prying ears and eyes here, I think. Care to tell us what you know?"
"It was a Mr. Smythe, sir. He was the one who hired me - threatened me, really. He was in India, I believe, in the army. Anyways, he's got two Indian brothers working for him. He said he'd have them do horrible things to my family, sir, if I didn't tell him what he wanted to know. That was all months and months ago."
"And what did he want to know?"
"Simple things, really. Police movements, things like that. But then today..."