“... all we see of him.’ ‘Is it Ransom as in king’s?’ said the constable. ‘Or Ransome as in Arthur?’ ‘Partridge is one of our graduate entrants,’ said the sergeant, examining the front door. ‘Lock not forced, I see. He’s just climbing the ladder. There wouldn’t be such a thing as a cup of tea, would there?’ ‘No,’ said Mr Ransome ...”