"Yes," said the girl.
"At that the gentleman turns quite white, and says it is his parcel. He hops into the cab, picks up the parcel, and is off before you could say 'Jack Robinson.'"
"You shouldn't have let this strange man take my parcel," said Miss Winder, excitedly.
"I didn't know as how it was yours," said the policeman, "but being suspicious like, I hangs about the bridge, and presently I sees the gen'leman come creeping back, and then he chucks the parcel over the bridge."
"Oh, oh!" cried the girl. "Into the water? "
"Yes, 'm."
"Who was this man? Mr. Didcott, who could this man have been?"
"I don't know," muttered Didcott, painfully conscious that the policeman's heavy eyes were on his face. "Probably it was a different parcel altogether."
"What was the man like," demanded Miss Winder.
"Beg pardon, lady, but he was very much like this here gentleman."