"
"Just folded in the papers that you handed to the police?"
suggested Viner.
"Well, there was more paper about 'em than what I gave to Inspector
Drillford," said the greengrocer. "A well-wrapped-up bit of parcel it
was--there's the rest of the paper there, where I threw it down."
He pointed to some loose sheets of paper which lay on the sacking, and
Viner went forward, picked them up, looked quickly at them, and put them
in his pocket.
"I suppose you never heard anybody about, that night?" he asked turning
to the greengrocer.
"Not I!" the man replied. "I sleep too sound to hear aught of that sort.
There's nothing in here that's of any value. No--a dozen folk could come
into this yard at night and we shouldn't hear 'em--we sleep at the front
of the house."
Viner slipped some silver into the greengrocer's hand and led Felpham
away. And when they reached a quieter part of the district, he pulled out
the papers which he had picked out of the corner in the shed and held
them in front of his companion's eyes.
"We did some good in coming up here, after all, Felpham!" he said, with
a grim smile.
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