my cuff…links as well。 e； now； this is really beginning to look like something。 Speak to me more of this matter。 Where do we go from here？〃
〃I beg your pardon； sir？〃
〃I mean； what's the next step in the scheme？ Oh； Lord！〃 Sam's face fell。 The light of hope died out of his eyes。 〃It's all off！ It can't be done！ How could I possibly get into the house？ I take it that the little brute sleeps in the house？〃
〃That need constitute no obstacle； sir； no obstacle at all。 The animal sleeps in a basket in the hall。。。。 Perhaps you are familiar with the interior of the house； sir？〃
〃I haven't been inside it since I was at school。 I'm Mr。 Hignett's cousin； you know。〃
〃Indeed； sir？ I wasn't aware。 Mr。 Hignett sprained his ankle this morning； poor gentleman。〃
〃Has he？〃 said Sam； not particularly interested。 〃I used to stay with him；〃 he went on； 〃during the holidays sometimes； but I've practically forgotten what the place is like inside。 I remember the hall vaguely。 Fireplace at one side； one or two suits of armour standing about； a sort of window…ledge near the front door。。〃
〃Precisely； sir。 It is close beside that window…ledge that the animal's basket is situated。 If I administer a slight soporific。。。。〃
〃Yes； but you haven't explained yet how I am to get into the house in the first place。〃
〃Quite easily； sir。 I can admit you through the drawing…room windows while dinner is in progress。〃
〃Fine！〃
〃You can then secrete yourself in the cupboard in the drawing…room。 Perhaps you recollect the cupboard to which I refer； sir？〃
〃No； I don't remember any cupboard。 As a matter of fact； when I used to stay at the house the drawing…room was barred。。。。 Mrs。 Hignett wouldn't let us inside it for fear we should smash her china。 Is there a cupboard？〃
〃Immediately behind the piano； sir。 A nice； roomy cupboard。 I was glancing into it myself in a spirit of idle curiosity only the other day。 It contains nothing except a few knick…knacks on an upper shelf。 You could lock yourself in from the interior； and be quite fortably seated on the floor till the household retired to bed。〃
〃When would that be？〃
〃They retire quite early； sir； as a rule。 By half…past ten the coast is generally clear。 At that time I would suggest that I came down and knocked on the cupboard door to notify you that all was well。〃
Sam was glowing with frank approval。
〃You know； you're a master…mind！〃 he said； enthusiastically。
〃You're very kind； sir！〃
〃One of the lads； by Jove！〃 said Sam。 〃And not the worst of them！ I don't want to flatter you； but there's a future for you in crime； if you cared to go in for it。〃
〃I am glad that you appreciate my poor efforts； sir。 Then we will regard the scheme as passed and approved？〃
〃I should say we would！ It's a bird！〃
〃Very good； sir。〃
〃I'll be round at about a quarter to eight。 Will that be right？〃
〃Admirable； sir。〃
〃And； I say； about that soporific。。。。 Don't overdo it。 Don't go killing the little beast。〃
〃Oh； no； sir。〃
〃Well；〃 said Sam； 〃you can't say it's not a temptation。 And you know what you Napoleons of the Underworld are！〃
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
1
If there is one thing more than another which weighs upon the mind of a story…teller as he chronicles the events which he has set out to describe； it is the thought that the reader may be growing impatient with him for straying from the main channel of his tale and devoting himself to what are after all minor developments。 This story； for instance； opened with Mrs。 Horace Hignett； the world…famous writer on Theosophy； going over to America to begin a lecture…tour； and no one realises more keenly than I do that I have left Mrs。 Hignett flat。 I have thrust that great thinker into the background and concentrated my attention on the affairs of one who is both her mental and moral inferior； Samuel Marlowe。 I seem at this point to see the readera great brute of a fellow with beetling eyebrows and a jaw like the ram of a battleship； the sort of fellow who is full of determination and will stand no nonsenserising to remark that he doesn't care what happened to Samuel Marlowe and that what he wants to know is； how Mrs。 Hignett made out on her lecturing…tour。 Did she go big in Buffalo？ Did she have 'em tearing up the seats in Schenectady？ Was she a riot in Chicago and a cyclone in St。 Louis？ Those are the points on which he desires information； or give him his money back。
I cannot supply the information。 And； before you condemn me； let me hastily add that the fault is not mine but that of Mrs。 Hignett herself。 The fact is； she never went to Buffalo。 Schenectady saw nothing of her。 She did not get within a thousand miles of Chicago； nor did she penetrate to St。 Louis。 For the very morning after her son Eustace sailed for England in the liner Atlantic ； she happened to read in the paper one of those abridged passenger…lists which the journals of New York are in the habit of printing； and got a nasty shock when she saw that； among those whose society Eustace would enjoy during the voyage was Miss Wilhelmina Bennett； daughter of J。 Rufus Bennett； of Bennett； Mandelbaum and Co。 And within five minutes of digesting this information； she was at her desk writing out telegrams cancelling all her engagements。 Iron…souled as this woman was； her fingers trembled as she wrote。 She had a vision of Eustace and the daughter of J。 Rufus Bennett strolling together on moonlit decks； leaning over rails damp with sea…spray； and； in short； generally starting the whole trouble over again。
In the height of the tourist season it is not always possible for one who wishes to leave America to spring on to the next boat。 A long morning's telephoning to the offices of the Cunard and the White Star brought Mrs。 Hignett the depressing information that it would be a full week before she could sail for England。 That meant that the inflammable Eustace would have over two weeks to conduct an uninterrupted wooing； and Mrs。 Hignett's heart sank； till suddenly she remembered that so poor a sailor as her son was not likely to have had leisure for any strolling on the deck during the voyage of the Atlantic 。
Having realised this； she became calmer and went about her preparations for departure with an easier mind。 The danger was still great； but there was a good chance that she might be in time to intervene。 She wound up her affairs in New York and； on the following Wednesday； boarded the Nuronia bound for Southampton。
The Nuronia is one of the slowest of the Cunard boats。 It was built at a time when delirious crowds used to swoon on the dock if an ocean liner broke the record by getting across in nine days。 It rolled over to Cherbourg； dallied at that picturesque port for some hours； then sauntered across the Channel and strolled into Southampton Water in the evening of the day on which Samuel Marlowe had sat in the lane plotting with Webster； the valet。 At almost the exact moment when Sam； sidling through the windows of the drawing…room； slid into the cupboard behind the piano； Mrs。 Hignett was standing at the Customs barrier telling the officials that she had nothing to declare。
Mrs。 Hignett was a general who believed in forced marches。 A lesser woman might have taken the boat…train to London and proceeded to Windles at her ease on the following afternoon。 Mrs。 Hignett was made of sterner stuff。 Having fortified herself with a late dinner； she hired an automobile and set out on the cross…country journey。 It was only when the car； a genuine antique； had broken down three times in the first ten miles； that it became evident to her that it would be much too late to go to Windles that night； and she directed the driver to take her instead to the 〃Blue Boar〃 in Windlehurst； where she arrived； tired but thankful to have reached it at all； at about eleven o'clock。
At this point many； indeed most； women； having had a tiring journey； would have gone to bed： but the familiar Hampshire air and the knowledge that half an hour's walking would take her to her beloved home acted on Mrs。 Hignett like a restorative。 One glimpse of Windles she felt that she must have before she retired for the night； if only to assure herself that it was still there。 She had a cup o