A few minutes later, the telephone rang. The police in
Hounslow had gone to the address that Mrs Morton had
given me. The garage was empty except for a length of Tope
and two large steel hooks.
"How long was the rope?" I asked.
"About fifty metros, sir. It's nylon rope, the kind that's
used for climbing mountains."
"Have you been able to Lind the car?"
"No, sir, but we know the number and that we're looking
for a blue Ford Cortina. We hope to find it soon."
"Good luck then," I said, and put the phone down.
Before going along to Sergeant Baker's office, I picked
up the keys to my own car. I thought that if Mrs Morton
saw a police car outside her house, she would leave by the
back door.
Sergeant Baker was still talking on the telephone when
came into his office. He was writing notes on a piece of
paper and l looked over his shoulder and read them. Two
passports with Harry Bond's and Frank Mortonls
photographs in them but with different names had been
sent to the same address in South Harrow at the same time.