The constable on duty in the charge-room saluted promptly as they passed through.
“Is Sergeant Godfrey in?” demanded Bannister, authoritatively.
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell him I want him—at once.”
The constable disappeared even more promptly than he had saluted, to return in a few moments with the Sergeant behind him.
“Any more news, Godfrey?”
“No, sir—I should think the news first thing this morning was sufficient,” he added—rather lugubriously.
“I want the dead girl’s suit-case,” said Bannister, briskly.
“You took it——!”
“It’s in that cupboard,” rapped Bannister indicating the cupboard with a gesture of the fore-finger. “I put it there last night—you’ve got the keys.”