BODIE. Does that shed any light on the boxes, do you think?
POLICEMAN. She can’t keep them shut up in boxes.
BODIE. I don’t know. She is extraordinarily dogged. She knows a number of German words.
POLICEMAN. That’s ugly.
BODIE. She asked me lately how one could send a letter to Germany without Lord Haig knowing. By the way, do you, by any chance, know anything against a firm of dressmakers called Celeste et Cie.?
POLICEMAN. Celest A. C.? No, but it has a German sound.
BODIE. It’s French.
POLICEMAN. Might be a blind.
BODIE. I think she lives at Celeste’s. Now I looked up Celeste et Cie. in the telephone book, and I find they are in Bond Street. Immensely fashionable.
POLICEMAN. She lives in Bond Street? London’s full of romance, sir, to them as knows where to look for it—namely, the police. Is she on the premises?