"Say he pinched something," Anthony prompted.
Mrs. Barraclough nodded.
"I rather fear he has appropriated a cream jug. Yes. I thought perhaps he might send it off from the post office. Thank you. And how is your wife progressing? Yes, of course she is. Yes, I am coming down to see her this evening if I can get away. Goodbye."
"What's wrong with the policeman's missus?" demanded Anthony.
"As you're not a married man, Tony, I shall refuse to tell you," said
Mrs. Barraclough in the manner of Queen Victoria.
"Going to see her?"
"I was going to take her this basket of roses and some vegetables, but as——"
"No, no, you take 'em and I'll go down to the village with you in the car and take it on. You won't mind walking home across the fields."
"Anthony," said Mrs. Barraclough seriously. "Is it very real danger you're in?"
"Pretty solid but don't you fret, I'm equal to it."