CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“George! George!” Marie jabbed a sharp elbow into Watters’ ribs. “Are you awake?”
“I am now,” Watters sat up, glanced over to check that Patrick was all right and scratched a Lucifer to light a candle. “What’s the matter?”
“There’s somebody in the close outside. I heard footsteps!”
Watters sighed, rechecked Patrick and rose, pulling on his trousers.
“Hurry!” Marie hissed. “Or he’ll be gone.”
“If he’s gone, then there’s no need to hurry,” Watters told her grumpily. He grabbed his cane and stepped to the front door. Pulling back the bolt, he turned the key and jerked the door open.
“Sergeant Watters!” Constable MacPherson stood on the landing, looking nervous. “I didn’t like to knock in case I woke the baby.”
“If you don’t knock, how will I know you’re there? Have
