Presently Badger looked up.
"As you pass the porter's lodge on your way out," said he, "you might just drop in and tell him to send a constable to me." "Very well," said Thorndyke.

"And by the way, Badger, you had better tip that sherry back into the decanter and put it under lock and key, or else pour it out of the window." "Gad, yes!" exclaimed the inspector.

"I'm glad you mentioned it.

We might have had an inquest on a constable as well as a lawyer.

Good night, gentlemen, if you are off." We went out and left him with his prisoner--passive enough, indeed, according to his ambiguously worded promise.