“More like to Pontardawe.”
That was all right. French was delighted with the way news was coming in. That the constable had seen his man he did not doubt.
At the time, Jenkins went on, it had struck him as curious that a breakdown lorry should be used for transporting goods. But on reading French’s circular he had seen that here was a plant which would lift the goods over the parapet of a bridge. And when he remembered that the tarpaulin-covered object was about the size given, he felt he ought to report the occurrence.
“Quite right, constable,” French said, heartily. “I am sure your superiors will not overlook your action.”
French’s next step was clear. A crane-lorry should not be difficult to trace. He would go back to Swansea and put the necessary enquiries in train.
Chapter Four: A Change of Venue
On reaching Swansea French looked up Superintendent Howells at the police station.
“Glad to see you, Mr. French,” the superintendent greeted him. “I’ve known your name for a considerable time and since I heard you were down over this job I’ve been hoping we should meet. That Neath report any good to you?”
“I think so,” French answered. “It sounds promising, at all events. On the strength of it I’ve come in to ask for your help.”
“That’s all right. What do you want us to do?”