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But it ain’t nonsense, Inspector. There’s a racket being worked. Here’s the codes they’re using. Check that out with the “London Postal Guide” and have a look at this story too. Did you make this code up? Me? No, course I didn’t. Who did? Who made up this code? It was in a story in the “Trump”. I thought so. I’ve just about had enough of this. I ain’t sprucing! It was in “The Case Of The Limping Skeleton” Cut it out! I’ve been very patient with you, but you’re going to get into serious trouble. The next time I come here it won’t be simply to warn you. You believe me don’t you, guv? Yeah. Sure, Joe. Sure. I believe you. I even believe in Santa Claus. Laughs Can I carry your bag, Miss Davis? No thank you, Norman, dear. Do you work on the “Trump”, mate? Do you work on the “Trump”, mate? Yeah, why? Have you got a date with her or something? No, sometimes we go the same way, see. Why? What do you want? A peek at next week’s story in advance. You ain’t asking much. Wait till you’ve heard what I know. Train whistle I reckon Joe ought to have his head examined, blowing the gaff to some Camberwell kid. And bringing him along here. How else could we find who’s changing the stories? We’d be proper stuck. For all we know, that kid’s in the racket hisself. Joe says he’s all right. Did I ask you? We don’t want you. Who said so? I said so! Mimics seagull cries Here they come. Chattering Blimey, dapper little beggar, ain’t he? Puts on posh accent I say, what a shocking place to bring a fellow to! Turn it up, Roy. This is him, fellers. Norman Pelley. Come on. Who’s the crook on your paper? Be nice to know, wouldn’t it? There’s no one at the office altering them stories. I made sure. And it can’t be the comps. That means the printers. And Joe said it couldn’t be Wilkinson. Now who are we left with? It doesn’t matter about that now. We’ve got next week’s paper. He gave it to me. In code? We worked it out. Is there a job? Them crooks are going to bust into Ritchie’s. In the West End? What, that big place in Oxford Street? Excited shouting That’s it.