She saw Bill delivering his papers at the almshouses at the foot of Gallery Road. Bill's jaw dropped open when he saw the van driving back, with Joe Taylor apparently very much in command of the situation. His mouth was still open when Susan reached him.
"You got him!" he yelled. "Spot-on!"
Susan stopped. "Well, yes, we got him," she said. "But Bill, it was Mr. Smith the artist--"
"Mr. Smith the artist!" Bill repreated blankly. "Stealing his own stuff at half-past six in the morning? He must be bonkers!"
"Well, we know he is," said Susan. "That egg! But the thing is, Bill, he wasn't stealing it at all--"
"Why in the middle of the night, then?"
"Only time he could get the van, he said--"
"Oh," said Bill. "Is he cross?"
"Not too pleased," said Susan.
From A JOB FOR SUSAN, Chapter 7, Guarding the Masterpieces. For more on "that egg", click here.