But now there's a pretty job in front of us.

Every shop where they sell or might a' sold, such a thing as that knife, including every eating-house in the East End, has got to be called at!" "Whatever for ?" asked Daisy.
"Why, with an idea of finding out if anyone saw such a knife fooling about there any time, and, if so, in whose possession it was at the time.

But, Mr.Bunting"-- Chandler's voice changed; it became businesslike, official--"they're not going to say anything about that--not in newspapers--till to-morrow, so don't you go and tell anybody.

You see, we don't want to frighten the fellow off.
If he knew they'd got his knife--well, he might just make himself scarce, and they don't want that! If it's discovered that any knife of that kind was sold, say a month ago, to some customer whose ways are known, then--then--" "What'll happen then ?" said Mrs.Bunting, coming nearer.
"Well, then, nothing'll be put about it in the papers at all," said Chandler deliberately.

"The only objec' of letting the public know about it would be if nothink was found--I mean if the search of the shops, and so on, was no good.