“I wish you joy of your luck,” says I.
“Thank you,” says he. “When may I pay you the same compliment on finding the thief?”
“Whenever you like,” says I, “for the thief is found.”
“Just what I expected,” says he. “I’ve done all the work, and now you cut in and claim all the credit—Mr. Jay, of course.”
“No,” says I.
“Who is it then?” says he.
“Ask Mrs. Yatman,” says I. “She’s waiting to tell you.”
“All right! I’d much rather hear it from that charming woman than from you,” says he, and goes into the house in a mighty hurry.
What do you think of that, Inspector Theakstone? Would you like to stand in Mr. Sharpin’s shoes? I shouldn’t, I can promise you.
FROM CHIEF INSPECTOR THEAKSTONE TO MR. MATTHEW SHARPIN.