“It isn't safe to assume anything in a case of this kind. We do not know that Thompson went off the premises. We do not know where he went or where he is.”
“Very true! I wish we did,” asserted the inspector. “At the same time——”
The telephone bell was ringing sharply over his desk. He took up the receiver.
“That you, Jones? Yes, what is it? Inspector Furnival speaking.”
“Thompson's address has been found in one of Mr. Bechcombe's books. There are several other of the clerks' addresses there all entered in Mr. Bechcombe's writing, and all the others we have verified.”
“What is it?”
“Number 10 Brooklyn Terrace, North Kensington.”
“Um! I will see to it at once.” And the inspector rang off sharply.
Chapter VI
“Can't hear of Brooklyn Terrace anywhere, sir.” The speaker was Mr. Steadman's chauffeur.