I don't know what moved me to do it, but an impulse made me put it in my pocket, without showing it to the doctor.
"I don't know what to make of it at all," repeated Dr. Redfern, stroking his chin, "but one thing is certain, we must acquaint the police."
"Certainly," I answered. "I think we ought to have done that long ago."
"Well, will you promise me to remain here, Mr.—Mr.—?" he queried.
"Anstruther," I suggested. People in the middle class of life always assume that you are a "Mr." I might have been a Duke!
"Will you promise me to remain here, Mr. Anstruther," he asked, "while
I go and telephone the police?"
"Of course," I answered; "what should I want to run away for?"
"Very well, then," he said with a nod and a smile. "I will take it that you won't. I will be back inside a quarter of an hour."
We lit more of the candles on the walls, and then I took the candle lamp to light him upstairs to the front door.
I was standing there watching him going up Monmouth Street towards his house, when a sudden resolve took possession of me concerning the two packets I had in my trousers pockets! I did not know what turn affairs were going to take, and I thought I should like to put those two little parcels in a place of safety.