"Then talk to his missus."
"That would be impossible, dear, Mrs. Brassbound——"
But Anthony did not listen to the objection.
"Tell old Brassbound," said he, "to run in friend Skypilot if he gravitates near the post office."
Mrs. Barraclough picked up the receiver and asked for the police station and while waiting to be connected remarked weakly:
"There is no law to prevent people sending telegrams, dear."
"Then we must make a few to fit the occasion."
"Is that you, Mr. Brassbound?" said the old lady in answer to a voice on the wire. "It's Mrs. Barraclough speaking. I wonder if you would very kindly arrest a clergyman for me."
"Put a bit more sting in it, mother—ginger."
"Ginger," repeated Mrs. Barraclough into the mouthpiece. "No, no, I didn't mean that. He's grey and elderly."