"I am not at liberty to say."
"What is in it—money?"
No answer. The officer beckoned forward one of the uniformed men who seemed to fill the hall.
"This safe is not to be touched, you understand? By anybody. If you allow the handle to be turned, there will be trouble. Come along, Sault."
The handcuffs were unnecessary. They were also inadequate. In the darkness of the car—
"I am very sorry, inspector—I have broken these things—I was feeling for a handkerchief and forgot."
They did not believe him, but at the police station they found that he had spoken the truth. The bar of the cuff had been wrenched open, the steel catch of the lock torn away.
"I did it absentmindedly," said Ambrose shamefaced.
They put him into a cell where he went instantly to sleep. The handcuffs became a famous exhibit which generations of young policemen will look upon with awe and wonder.