Ask Ellen there.

She and me used to go to them kind of places when we was courting--if the weather was bad." "But our museum's the one that would interest Miss Daisy," broke in Chandler eagerly.

"It's a regular Chamber of 'Orrors!" "Why, Joe, you never told us about that place before," said Bunting excitedly.

"D'you really mean that there's a museum where they keeps all sorts of things connected with crimes?
Things like knives murders have been committed with ?" "Knives ?" cried Joe, pleased at having become the centre of attention, for Daisy had also fixed her blue eyes on him, and even Mrs.Bunting looked at him expectantly.

"Much more than knives, Mr.
Bunting! Why, they've got there, in little bottles, the real poison what people have been done away with." "And can you go there whenever you like ?" asked Daisy wonderingly.
She had not realised before what extraordinary and agreeable privileges are attached to the position of a detective member of the London Police Force.
"Well, I suppose I could--" Joe smiled.