"No! The body must not be disturbed until the police see it," he said firmly.
"The police--ah, yes, the police," remarked Braddock quickly, "we must send for the police to Pierside and tell them my mummy has been stolen." "That my boy has been murdered," screeched Widow Anne, waving her skinny arms, and striving to break from Archie.

"You wicked old devil to kill my darling Sid.

If he hadn't gone to them furren parts he wouldn't be a corp now.

But I'll have the lawr: you'll be hanged, you--you--" Braddock lost his patience under this torrent of unjust accusations and rushed towards Mrs.Bolton, dragging Cockatoo by the arm.

In less time than it takes to tell, he had swept both Archie and the widow out into the hall, where Lucy was trembling, and Cockatoo, by his master's order, was locking the door.
"Not a thing shall be touched until the police come.