No! those exquisite Parisians were never intended to rest in Mr.
Shipman's safe until the morning.

That last bottle of '48 port, with the aid of a powerful soporific, ensured that Mr.Shipman would sleep undisturbed during the night.
"Ah! remember all the details, they were so admirable! the letter posted in Brighton by the cunning rogue to himself, the smashed desk, the broken pane of glass in his own house.

The man Robertson on the watch, while Knopf himself in ragged clothing found his way into No.26.

If Constable D 21 had not appeared upon the scene that exciting comedy in the early morning would not have been enacted.

As it was, in the supposed fight, Mr.Shipman's diamonds passed from the hands of the tramp into those of his accomplice.
"Then, later on, Robertson, ill in bed, while his master was supposed to have returned--by the way, it never struck anybody that no one saw Mr.
Knopf come home, though he surely would have driven up in a cab.