“Nobody but myself,” returned Simmonds, in a confident tone.
The detectives exchanged glances, and conversed in whispers.
“We have very good reasons for doubting your statement, Mr. Simmonds,” said one of them.
“Vell, gentlemen, I do hope you believe I wouldn’t tell you a deliberate lie. Please tell me your business.”
“If you are speaking the truth there cannot be any possible objection to your letting us search the premises.”
“But vat for? I haven’t done anything against the law?”
“No matter about that. Will you or will you not permit us to run over the premises?”
“I think it is very unbecoming of you to make such a request,” said Simmonds; “but I suppose you know your own business best. Search the house if you like.”
The two detectives entered the back parlour. Of course Charles Peace was not there. Then they passed out into the passage and began to ascend the stairs leading to the upper rooms.
“I don’t think yer acting in at all a proper manner, gentlemen,” exclained Simmonds, speaking as loud as he could, “and I must protest against such proceedings. Do you think I harbour thieves?”