The latter, with another constable, remained to watch the burglared premises both back and front, and D 15 took the wretched tramp to the station with a view to sending an inspector and a detective round immediately.
"When the two latter gentlemen arrived at No.

22, Phillimore Terrace, they found poor old Robertson in bed, shivering, and still quite blue.
He had got himself a hot drink, but his eyes were streaming and his voice was terribly husky.

D 21 had stationed himself in the dining-room, where Robertson had pointed the desk out to him, with its broken lock and scattered contents.
"Robertson, between his sneezes, gave what account he could of the events which happened immediately before the robbery.
"His master, Mr.Ferdinand Knopf, he said, was a diamond merchant, and a bachelor.

He himself had been in Mr.Knopf's employ over fifteen years, and was his only indoor servant.

A charwoman came every day to do the housework.
"Last night Mr.Knopf dined at the house of Mr.Shipman, at No.