"Have you?" replied Didcott, vaguely.
"What's that you've thrown into the water?"
"Nothing," said Didcott, finding speech with difficulty.
"Where's that there parcel the cabman gave you?"
Didcott faltered, and then there came a conviction that at any cost he must brazen the matter out.
"I don't know what you mean," he answered, feeling his legs quivering under him.
There was a look of supreme disdain on the policeman's face.
"You'll have to come along of me," he said, briefly.
Didcott shrank back. "With you? Why?"