But I want badly to put a telephone call through.' 'It ain't allowed,' was the answer.

'I'd get 'ell from the old man.' 'But he's gone out,' I urged.

'I don't want you to do anything wrong, mate, I leave you to do the talkin' if you'll only send my message.

I'm flush of money, and I don't mind handin' you a quid for the job.' He was a pinched little man with a weak chin, and he obviously wavered.
''Oo d'ye want to talk to ?' he asked.
'Scotland Yard,' I said, 'the home of the police.

Lord bless you, there can't be no harm in that.