"Right!" he said, then extending an official arm, pointed out Downing Street to Bindle. "Don't hurry," he added.
"Right-o!" said Bindle. "Joseph Bindle's my name. I'm a special, Fulham district."
The inspector nodded, and Bindle turned back to the van. A moment later the inspector strolled leisurely through the archway leading to the Foreign Office.
"That's Downing Street on the left," shouted Bindle to Tippitt as he came up, much to Tippitt's surprise. He was at a loss to account for many things that Bindle had done and said that day.
As they turned into Downing Street, Bindle was a little disappointed at finding only two constables; but he was relieved a a moment later by the sight of the inspector to whom he had spoken, hurrying through the archway, leading from the Foreign Office.
"Where are you going to?" called out the inspector to Tippitt, taking no notice of Bindle.
Tippitt jerked his thumb in the direction of Bindle, who came forward at that moment.
"Number 110, Downing Street, sir," responded Bindle. "Some furniture for Mr. Llewellyn John."
"Right!" said the inspector loudly; "but you'll have to wait a few minutes until that motor-car has gone."
Bindle winked as a sign of his acceptance of the mythical motor-car and, drawing the key of the pantechnicon from his pocket, showed it to the inspector, who, by closing his eyes and slightly bending his head, indicated that he understood.