Thirty-Nine – The SearchNervously, I admit, but without hesitation, I closed the door of Mr Griggs' old shoe shop behind me, then turned to open the front door of Mrs Griggs' home, my lodging house. Outside, one a step in front of the other, stoically staring from the stoop, stood two strapping young police constables.
I did not comically gulp, as might be imagined, but my throat did go dry as it were. What were they doing there? How, I couldn't help but wonder, had they found me? What had led these representatives of the Metropolitan Police to my doorstep?
“Good afternoon,” I said, trying to sound as if I meant it.
“Good afternoon, sir,” said the one in front.
I'd seen him before. Come to think, I'd seen them both before. Officers 97 and 96 from J Division. Yes, the pair that had inte
