"Oh, it must be the same. Have you got it with you?"
"Did the parcel contain valuables?"
"No—yes. Yes, very valuable contents."
"I thought so," said the policeman.
"Where is it?" repeated Miss Winder, impatiently.
The policeman shook his head. "It was like this, miss," he went on. "I was on Westminster Bridge one night, and I sees a gentleman running very quick and nervous like."
"A gentleman?" queried Miss Winder.
"In evening dress. Quite the toff. So I turns and follows him."
"Did he have the parcel?"
"No, miss. Suddenly a cab drives along the bridge, and the cabman hollers out to the gentleman as how he has left a parcel in the cab. The gen'leman was took aback, and said as how it wasn't his. So the cabman said he'd drive round to where he had picked up his fare and inquire——"