HINTS： "Watch him, Frank -- we'll go and search the house." sergeant sandy-haired dressing-gown Herbert's next-door neighbour Mr. Marshall
"Watch him, Frank -- we'll go and search the house." They left a tall, very young policeman to guard him. "Can I put my shirt on?" asked Herbert. "No," said the policeman, "stay where you are." Then the others came back with an older man, a sergeant. He asked the same questions, but he listened to Herbert's answers. "I live here," said Herbert, "and I want to put my shirt on." The sergeant looked at him thoughtfully. "We'll soon settle this," he said. He went out and came back with a small, sandy-haired man wearing a shabby, brown dressing-gown. It was Herbert's next-door neighbour. He peered at Herbert intently through thick spectacles. "Oh, yes, sergeant," he said, "that is Mr. Marshall." Then he disappeared very quickly. The policemen all looked dreadfully disappointed. They were convinced they had caught a burglar. "Did he ring you up?" asked Herbert. The police sergeant nodded. "He saw a light and understood your family had all gone away to the seaside." When they had all gone, Herbert made himself a cup of coffee.