After a time they heard a noise in the shop, as if
something had been pushed in at the door. They
came out of the back parlour. There was an envelope
lying on the counter, and a policeman writing in a
Pickles nearly had a fit, he barked and he barked and
made little rushes.
"Bite him, Pickles! bite him!" spluttered Ginger behind a sugar-barrel, "he's only a German doll!"
The policeman went on writing in his notebook; twice he put his pencil in his mouth, and once he dipped it
in the treacle.
Pickles barked till he was hoarse. But still the
policeman took no notice. He had bead eyes, and his
helmet was sewed on with stitches.