"Because we've got to find him first," returned Colin curtly. "That's why I've been waiting to keep this appointment with the Inspector. The police are after him too, so they may be able to help us."
Joe wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.
"For Gawd's sake let's get over and see 'em, guv'nor. I wouldn't 'ave no 'arm come to that young laidy, not for all the money in the Bank of England."
Colin gave a queer laugh. "I think I can understand the feeling," he said.
They crossed the road toward the Yard, where the same two constables were still on duty.
"You're all right now, mister," remarked one of them. "I saw him come in by the other way a few minutes ago."
With a nod of thanks Colin passed through the gates, and, followed by Joe, who kept casting mistrustful glances to right and left, walked rapidly up to the main entrance.
The recipient of his five-shilling tip stepped forward to meet him.
"Mr. Marsden has just come, sir," he announced. "Told me that when you and your party arrived I was to bring you in straight away."
"Well, this is my party," said Colin. "At least, all of it that's likely to turn up."