“Seems all right,” said the inspector.
“Slight alteration of address,” remarked Mr. Leigh humbly. “Now residing at 112, Ely Place.”
“Rum quarter,” said the inspector, as he made a note.
“Must live somewhere, sir,” submitted Mr. Leigh.
“Going on straight now?” asked the inspector, as he handed the note back.
“Rather,” answered Mr. Leigh complacently. “Turned over a new leaf, I ’ave.”
“Good!”
“Other bisness don’t pay, sir,” said Mr. Leigh, replacing the folded sheet of paper in his pocket. “It’s a mug’s game, that’s what I call it. Good day, sir.”
“Good day, me man.” Shutting the window to with a decisive snap.
Mr. Leigh, coming down the steps with Bobbie, was spoken to casually by one of the plain clothes men, who in an uninterested way asked Mr. Leigh some questions concerning (it appeared to the boy) mutual acquaintances, but Mr. Leigh seemed unable to give the plain clothes man any of the information desired, complaining as excuse of decaying powers of memory.