CHAPTER FIVE
Lieutenant Anstruther stood inside the door of the Bell Street Police Office, watching as Watters returned from his questioning. “You look like a man who failed,” Anstruther said. “What’s on your mind, Watters?”
“That’s Sergeant Watters, sir,” Watters said, “and I haven’t failed.”
“Oh? You were investigating the jewel robbery, weren’t you?” Anstruther stepped forward.
“That’s correct, sir,” Watters said.
“What have you discovered so far, if anything?”
Watters paused before he replied. “My informants have told me there are three people involved, sir. They think one is a professional cracksman, a returned ticket-of-leave man, but the others they don’t know.”
Anstruther gave a small smile. “I could have told you the thief was a professional, Watters.”
“Yes, sir, I am sur
