It looked for all the world like a
love-letter, which no doubt your curious friend Borkins thought it was."
But if Cleek appeared in fine fettle at the prospect of a possible
exciting evening with Dollops, Mr. Narkom's barometer did not register
the same comforting high altitude. He did not smile.
"Oh, it had to do with these continual bank robberies," he replied with a
sigh. "They're enough to wear a man right out. Seem so simple, and all
that, and yet--never a trace left. Fellowes reports that another one took
place, at Ealing. As usual, only gold stolen. Not a bank-note touched.
They'll be holding us up in the main road, like Dick Turpin, if the
robbers are allowed to continue on their way like this. It's damnable, to
say the least! The beggars seem to get off scot-free every time. If this
case here wasn't so difficult and important, I'd be off up to London to
have a look into things again. Frankly, it worries me."
Cleek lifted a restraining hand.
"Don't let it do anything so foolish as that to you, old man," he
interposed.
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