Don Juan appeared exceedingly interested at this exhibit, and leant over it with his gold pince-nez held to his eyes.
"Ah!" he remarked at last, removing his glasses with a sigh, "then I suppose that is all you have to show Mr. Anstruther, Inspector?"
The inspector gathered up the articles ceremoniously before he answered.
"That is all we 'ave to exhibit to Mr. Anstruther at present," he said.
Mr. Bull was not going to commit himself.
From Cruft's Folly we went straight to 190 Monmouth Street, and there we found the sergeant's wife in her Sunday clothes to do honour to the occasion; the baby as usual dangled easily from her arm.
Descending to the basement, I was astonished to find a well-known gentleman waiting us in the room with so many sad remembrances for me.
This gentleman was a Mr. Fowler, and I knew him to be one of the Crown solicitors. His presence there, however, was accounted for when Don Juan asked me for the key of the steel safe, which I still had in my possession.
Under the circumstances I felt fully justified in giving it to him.
"Now, Anstruther," he said cheerfully, "I will get you to show me and
Mr. Fowler the secret of the panel."