"So we will, if we can't do it without them. But it's quite possible we can, and without all the disturbance and, perhaps, delay that calling in the police would involve. Consider, now, in reference to your own arrangements. Wouldn't it pay you better to get him back quietly, without a soul knowing--perhaps not even Danby knowing--till the heat is run to-morrow?" "Well, yes, it would, of course." "Very good, then, so be it. Remember what I have told you about keeping your mouth shut--say nothing to Steggles or anybody. Is there a cab or brougham your son and I can have for the evening?" "There's an old hiring landau in the stables you can shut up into a cab, if that'll do." "Excellent. We'll run down to the town in it as soon as it's ready. But, first, a word about Crockett. What sort of a lad is he? Likely to give them trouble, show fight, and make a disturbance?" "No, I should say not. He's no plucked 'un, certainly--all his manhood's in his legs, I believe. You see, he ain't a big sort o' chap at best, and he'd be pretty easy put upon--at least, I guess so." "Very good, so much the better, for then he won't have been damaged, and they will probably only have one man to guard him. Now the carriage, please." Young Kentish was a six-foot sergeant of Grenadiers, home on furlough, and luxuriating in plain clothes. He and Hewitt walked a little way towards the town, allowing the landau to catch them up. They travelled in it to within a hundred yards of the empty shops and then alighted, bidding the driver wait. "I shall show you three empty shops," Hewitt said, as he and young Kentish walked down Granville Road. "I am pretty sure that Sammy Crockett is in one of them, and I am pretty sure that that is the middle one. Take a look as we go past." When the shops had been slowly passed, Hewitt resumed: "Now, did you see anything about those shops that told a tale of any sort?" "No," Sergeant Kentish replied. "I can't say I noticed anything beyond the fact that they were empty--and likely to stay so, I should think."