"Well, don't sound so cocky about it," said the Sergeant. "And as it happens I haven't got any children, so now where are you?"
"We won't discuss the matter," interposed Hannasyde in a chilling tone. "You will please remember, Glass, that you are talking to your superior officer."
"To have respect of persons is not good," said Glass seriously. "For, for a piece of bread that man will transgress."
"Oh, will he?" said the indignant Sergeant. "Well, he won't - not for fifty pieces of bread! What next!"
"That'll do," said Hannasyde, a tremor in his voice. "Get hold of that postman, Glass, and discover at what time he cleared the box, whether he saw Mrs. North, and if so, whether she was carrying anything. Got that?"
"Yes, sir."
"All right, that's all. Report here to me."
Glass withdrew. As the door closed behind him,
Hannasyde said: "Why do you encourage him, Skipper?"
"Me? Me encourage him?"