"What shall you do now?" I asked.
"I shall go to the Gold Street house and find out what I can as soon as this cab turns up."
There seemed a possibility of some excitement in the adventure, so I asked: "Will you want any help?"
Hewitt smiled. "I think I can get through it alone," he said.
"Then may I come to look on?" I said. "Of course I don't want to be in your way, and the result of the business, whatever it is, will be to your credit alone. But I am curious."
"Come, then, by all means. The cab will be a four-wheeler, and there will be plenty of room."
Gold Street was a short street of private houses of very fair size and of a half-vanished pretension to gentility. We drove slowly through, and Leamy had no difficulty in pointing out the house wherein he had been paid five pounds for carrying a bag. At the end the cab turned the corner and stopped, while Hewitt wrote a short note to an official of Scotland Yard.
"Take this note," he instructed Leamy, "to Scotland Yard in the cab, and then go home. I will pay the cabman now."
"I will, sor. An' will I be protected?"