PEACE ENTERS THE JEWELLER’S HOUSE.
The coat itself he had bought ready-made at a shop in Bradford, so that there was no fear of his being recognised by means of that garment, since he was not known to the shopman who served him.
The hat bore no maker’s name on the inside.
He was, therefore, well satisfied that he could not be traced by that means.
But there was no telling.
Clues to thieves were sometimes obtained in an extraordinary manner, and he did not feel altogether assured of his safety.
However, he had no alternative but to quietly await the issue.
If Laura Stanbridge rounded on him he was lost; but he did not for a moment imagine she would do so—certainly not unless she was hardly pressed.
He thought all these matters over before he turned in for the night, and bitterly regretted having attempted to rob the jeweller’s shop, since it had been attended with such disastrous consequences. The more he thought of the matter the more puzzled he was. He could not understand the reason for the sudden appearance of the policemen in front of the house.
Some one must have given an alarm.