It may, or may not, be a mere coincidence that a Chinaman was arrested yesterday at St.Albans and lodged in Bow Street.
"There are not wanting other similar 'coincidences' in places so far apart as a well-known South Coast seaside resort and South Croydon.

At present, the whole matter is nebulous, but striking developments may take place at any hour, and the murder of Mrs.Lester may yet figure as one of the most sensational crimes of recent years." Theydon was reading these discreet but exceedingly well-informed sentences with much care, when he noticed that Bates had closed the sitting-room door before beginning to arrange the contents of the tray on the table.

Such an unusual action meant something.
"Well, what is it now ?" he inquired, lifting his eyes to the manservant's impassive face.
"When the milkman come this morning, sir, he told me that a policeman was found lyin' insensible on the road outside the mansions shortly after three o'clock," was the answer, conveyed in a low note that suggested a matter better kept from the cognizance of Mrs.Bates.
"That's a bad job for the policeman; it is nothing very remarkable otherwise," said Theydon.
"But the milkman heard he was set about by three swells, young gentlemen in evening dress, sir, who ran away when another constable appeared." "Very likely.

There was a row, and the law got the worst of it.

Anyhow, we were not disturbed during the night." "No, sir.