"I am sorry I have only one chair, gentlemen," he said, apologetically.
"That's all right, my lad," said the inspector. "The constable here tells me that you very pluckily helped him to capture a notorious burglar. The man was hiding in this mews, and it seems you first saw him looking in through your window. What were you doing at the time?"
"Packing my portmanteau."
"Oh, packing your portmanteau."
"Yes. That is it."
He stooped and nonchalantly threw it open. His clothes and boots, and some of the other contents, were exposed to view. The inspector laughed.
"Not many diamonds there, Bradley."
"No, sir. I told you Mason was talking rubbish."
"Did he say any more about me being the boy who found the meteor?" asked Philip, with a first-rate attempt at a grin.
"Wouldn't talk of anything else," volunteered P. C. Bradley.