"A pleasant little afternoon's treat for you, sir," remarked Bindle to the inspector, when the last of the raiders had disappeared. "Mr. John seemed to enjoy it." Bindle indicated the first-floor window of Number 110, with a jerk of his thumb.
"Was that your doing?" enquired the inspector.
"Well," replied Bindle, "it was an' it wasn't," and he explained how it had all come about.
"And what am I goin' to do with this 'ere van?" he queried.
"Better run it round to 'the Yard,' then you can take home the horses," replied the inspector.
"Right-o!" said Bindle.
"By the way," added the inspector, "I'm coming round myself. I should like you to see Chief-Inspector Gunny."
Bindle nodded cheerily. "'Ullo, Tippy!" he cried, "knocked you down, didn't they?"
Tippitt grinned, he had thoroughly enjoyed the entertainment and bore no malice.
"That's why you got the watering-can, mate?" he remarked.