单项选择题

Police Officer Tidwell left the station just after 8 a.m. on Sunday June 4. He had spent an uneventful night on duty and was looking forward to his day of rest. By habit he took a short cut down the path behind Dugby Hall road and after a minute or two he saw a man climbing down a drainpipe from an open bedroom window of number 29. In silence Tidwell crept into the garden. The man reached the ground and was dusting himself down when he felt his arm gripped.
"It’s 8:15 on a Sunday morning," said the officer, "and this sort of thing seems an unlikely adventure at such a time. Would you mind explaining"
The man was obviously startled but kept calm. He said, "I know what you’re thinking, officer, but it isn’t true. This is a funny mistake." "It’s part of my job to take an interest in unusual events. I think you’ve just left this house in a manner other than the customary one. That may be quite innocent, but I’d like to make sure." Tidwell took out his notebook and a pen. "Name, address and occupation and then, please, tell me your story."
"Charlie Crane, lorry driver, from Nottingham, 51 Breton Street. My story..." "Yes. What were you doing like a fly on that wall, Mr. Crane" "Well, I had a breakdown yesterday and had to stay the night here. Bed and breakfast. The landlady’s name is Mrs. Fern. She gave me breakfast at seven, and I was out of here in the right way and down at the lorry by half past seven. Only when I felt around for a cigarette, did I realize I’d left $80 in my envelope under the pillow here at number 29. I always put it under my pillow at night. It’s a habit I’ve got into. I even do it at home..."
"I see. Why didn’t you miss it when you went to pay Mrs... What’s her name" "I’d paid her last night. You’ve got to pay when you take the room, see So I came rushing back, but it’s Sunday, and she’d gone back to bed, and could I wake her I rang the bell and banged on the front door for ten minutes before I came round here to the back and spotted my bedroom window is sill open. Up I went, then, up this pipe. It’s a trick I learnt in the army. She didn’t make the bed, and the money was still there. You know the rest, and I hope you believe it because..."
"Mr. Crane, what are you doing here I thought you’d gone an hour ago." It was Mrs. Fern, speaking from the kitchen window at the comer of the house. In the end, Officer Tidweli would probably