"I am not quite sure, but my address will be known to Mrs. Wrigley, the James Street Laundry, Shepherd's Bush."
"Ah! The constable says you do not wish to be mixed up in the arrest of Mason. There is no need for you to appear in court, but—er—in such cases as yours, the—er—police like to show their—er—appreciation of your services. That is so, Bradley, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir. If it hadn't been for him, I shouldn't be here now. Jocky had me fairly cornered."
"You had no time to summon assistance?"
"I barely heard he was here, before the window was smashed, and I knew he was trying to get out the other way. You heard him, Anson?"
Philip looked the policeman squarely in the eyes.
"You had just taken off your greatcoat when the glass cracked," he said.
Police Constable Bradley stooped to pick up his coat. He did not wish this portion of the night's proceedings to be described too minutely. In moving the garment he disturbed the packet of letters. Instantly Philip recalled the names of the solicitors mentioned by the constable.
"You said that a clerk from Messrs. Sharpe & Smith called here twice?" he asked.
"Yes."