"They would hide it before the police came. Can you -- do you have a phone? For recording? I need someone else to see. Someone else to know." Aziraphale stood in the garden and the window he looked at was opened. Gideon kept his promise - good. He whistled loudly and waited.

Then a small boy came to the window, looking more than worse for wear, holding a baby in his arms precariously. "Hello, Elder Aziraphale." Gideon called down with a small wave. "Did you tell the policeman?" Gideon then looked at Barty.