Nervously, 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?
go dry“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 interviewed me at my w
