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CHAPTER SEVEN When Eddie arrived at the back door of the police office, Watters and the detectives boarded his cab. “I’m getting a new cab soon, Sergeant,” Eddie said. “I want a Hansom rather than this old-fashioned growler.” “There’s less room in a Hansom,” Watters said. “Aye, but it’s lighter, faster and more manoeuvrable. This old thing is clumsy, and Dundee’s streets are getting right busy.” “You must be making good money, then, Eddie.” “Here you are, Mr Watters.” When Eddie pulled up outside a semi-derelict building, Scuddamore and Duff disembarked to walk in different directions. Watters had chosen a suitable location for each detective to overlook Gilbride’s offices. “Thank you, Eddie.” Watters said. “You know where to go next?” “I have the address, Sergeant, Watters.” Eddie