"I am glad to see you slept all right," he returned. "There are your things. I went round to Park Lane for them first thing this morning."
"That was uncommonly good of you, Inspector," I replied gratefully. "Now I shall be able to do you credit in the dock."
He grinned amiably. "We can give you a breakfast, of course, and if there's anything special you want, you can send out for it."
I shook my head. "I'll leave it to you," I said. "It's not often one gets a chance of sampling His Majesty's hospitality."
"Very good." He paused a moment. "You will be taken before the magistrate at eleven o'clock. Any letters you wish to write will be attended to at once, provided they are in order. I will let you have some paper and envelopes with your breakfast."
I nodded.
"And if you would like a shave," he continued, "I'll send round for a barber."
"It seems to me," I said, "that, next to the Savoy, Bow Street is about the best hotel in London."
The Inspector smiled again. "We try to make prisoners on remand as comfortable as possible," he replied, and going out he left me to my toilet.
I dressed quickly, and dispatched with appreciation the plentiful if somewhat plain breakfast which a stolid constable brought in to me on a tray. It was while I was engaged in this latter occupation that the brilliant thought of writing to Lord Lammersfield suddenly occurred to me. I had been puzzling my brains all the time I was dressing as to what was the best course to pursue, and I think it must have been the Bow Street cocoa which inspired me with this happy idea.