The detective glanced furtively around.
“You seem to be looking two ways for Sunday,” cried Peace. “Anything amiss?”
“There’s been a big robbery at Messrs. Arnison’s,” said Stallard.
“Never! When?”
“Either Tuesday night or Wednesday morning, we suppose.”
“Ah, much property gone?”
“Oh, dear me, yes—a good deal.”
“And have you found out the robbers?”
“Not as yet,” observed the detective, regarding Peace with a searching look.
“I’m sorry for that,” said the latter.