The former looked searchingly at Quest.
"Well, my boy, what are you doing here ?" he asked.
"I cannot answer get," Quest replied, in broken English.

"Ten minutes already have I wasted.

I have knocked at all the doors." French smiled.
"You can hop it, Dutchie," he advised.

"By-the-bye, when was that order for vegetables given ?" he added, frowning for a moment.
"It is three times a week the same," Quest explained, whipping the cloth from the basket.

"No word has been sent to alter anything." The Inspector pushed him hurriedly in the direction of the street.
"You run along home," he said, "and tell your master that he had better leave off delivering goods here for the present." Quest went off, grumbling.