At the far end of it, the car stopped.

A question, a hurried glance into the body of the car, and the officers of the Customs stood aside.
"You see how perfunctory it is," said Hanaud and with a jerk the car moved on.

The jerk threw Hanaud against Mr.Ricardo.Something hard in the detective's pocket knocked against his companion.
"You have got them ?" he whispered.
"What ?" "The handcuffs." Another disappointment awaited Ricardo.

A detective without a false beard was bad enough, but that was nothing to a detective without handcuffs.

The paraphernalia of justice were sadly lacking.