The Kit-BagWhenever I see a kit-bag, a curious feeling comes all over me.
I was in the Metropolitan Police Force over thirty years. I have now retired on a sergeant’s pension. During the whole time I was a policeman I only once came into personal contact with anything very remarkable – I mean, out of the ordinary run of “drunks,” assaults, felonies, burglaries, and that kind of thing. On that occasion a kit-bag played a pretty conspicuous part. So, to this hour, whenever I see one, I look at it out of the corner of my eye, as it were, and I ask myself a question.
I had then joined six years. I was attached to the Hampstead division. At that time I was on night duty. The particular night on which it happened was that of the sixth of September. A Tuesday it was. I am never likely to forget
