"THE DOOR OPENED, AND DIDCOTT RECOGNISED THE FORM OF THE POLICEMAN FROM WHOM HE HAD ESCAPED."
Just then the door opened, and with a sinking heart Didcott recognised the short stout form of the policeman from whom he had escaped. He shrank back in his seat and uttered a fervent prayer for non-recognition.
"I saw your advertisement, miss," began the policeman, "and I thought as how I might give you some information."
"Thank you," replied Miss Winder. "And do you really think you know where the parcel is?"
The policeman pursed his lips. "I know where a parcel is. But p'raps it ain't the same."