"Piggott is certainly a wonder," he said. "A regular sport--wanted to
see everything and taste everything. He says Paris ain't in the same
class with this town."
"Where are you going now?" I asked.
"We're going round to the station. Piggott says he's got a sensation
up his sleeve for us--it's got something to do with that cabinet."
"With the cabinet?"
"Yes--that shiny thing Godfrey got me to lock up in a cell."
"Simmonds," I said, seriously, "does Godfrey know about this?"
"No," said Simmonds, looking a little uncomfortable. "I told Grady we
ought to 'phone him to come up, but the chief got mad and told me to
mind my own business. Godfrey's been after him, you know, for a long
time."
"Suppose I 'phone him," I suggested. "There'd be no objection to
that, would there?"
"_I_ won't object," said Simmonds, "and I don't know who else will,
since nobody else will know about it."
"All right. And drag out the preliminaries as long as you can, to
give him a chance to get up here."
Simmonds nodded.
"I'll do what I can," he agreed, "but I don't see what good it will
do. The chief won't let him in, even if he does come up."
"We'll have to leave that to Godfrey.
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