"Simmonds," I said, seriously, "does Godfrey know about this?"
"No," said Simmonds, looking a little uncomfortable. "I told Grady we ought to 'phone him to come up, but the chief got mad and told me to mind my own business. Godfrey's been after him, you know, for a long time."
"Suppose I 'phone him," I suggested. "There'd be no objection to that, would there?"
"I won't object," said Simmonds, "and I don't know who else will, since nobody else will know about it."
"All right. And drag out the preliminaries as long as you can, to give him a chance to get up here."
Simmonds nodded.
"I'll do what I can," he agreed, "but I don't see what good it will do. The chief won't let him in, even if he does come up."
"We'll have to leave that to Godfrey. But he ought to be told. He's responsible for the cabinet being where it is."
"I know he is, and Piggott says it was a mighty wise thing to put it there, though I'm blessed if I know why. Hurry Godfrey along as much as you can. Good-night," and he followed his companions into the station.
There was a drugstore at the corner with a public telephone station, and two minutes later, I was asking to be connected with the city-room at the Record office.