"Anybody connected with Sharpe & Smith?" the constable put in.
"Sharpe & Smith! Who are they?"
"Don't you know? Their young man certainly didn't seem to know much about your movements. He has been here twice looking for you. The first time was, let me see, last Monday, about four o'clock. I was on duty in the main road, and he asked me for some information. We came and looked in, but your door was locked. The man on this beat this afternoon told me that the same clerk was making further inquiries to-day, so as soon as I came on night duty I strolled into the mews to find out if you were at home. That is how I happened to see you."
He turned toward the inspector.
"He was packing his bag at the moment, sir, and Mason had evidently been scared from the window by my footsteps in the arch."
The inspector pursed out his under lip.
"The whole thing is perfectly clear," he said. "Boy, have you got a watch?"
"No," said Philip, surprised by this odd question.
"Bradley, he hasn't got a watch," observed the inspector. He again addressed Philip.
"Where are you going to-morrow?"