“All right, I’ll come,” said the constable, and so, followed by a mongrel terrier, his inseparable companion, he cycled off with Tom.
“Now, I can’t break into the house,” announced the constable judicially, when they had got off their bicycles and propped them up against the wall. “I should have to get an order before doing that.” He looked at Tom sternly. “You haven’t been trying that, have you?”
“No, of course, I haven’t,” replied Tom. “I’ve only knocked at the door. I don’t even know whether it’s locked.”
“Well, we’ll soon find out,” nodded the constable, and he turned the handle of the front door. “No, that’s locked all right, and I expect it’ll be the same with the one at the back.”
They went round to the other side of the house and the constable began to sniff vigorously. “A stal
