"Mine is Garroway," replied the officer, bowing courteously.
"Pleased to meet you."
"Happy to meet you, sir."
"Have a good cigar."
"I should enjoy it above all things."
"I wonder where Mr. Beamish keeps them," said Sigsbee H., rising and routing about the room. "Ah, here we are. Match?"
"I have a match, thank you."
"Capital!"
Sigsbee H. Waddington resumed his seat and regarded the other affectionately. An instant before, he had been bemoaning the fact that he did not know where to lay his hands on a crook, and here, sent from heaven, was a man who was probably a walking directory of malefactors.
"I like policemen," said Mr. Waddington affably.