Certainly--certainly. Look for the little rascal. What's he
stolen? Diamonds! Tut! tut! Enterprising, isn't he? . . . Miss
Omar, won't you kindly reach the bell yonder--no, on the table;
that's it--and ring for some one to take the officer about?"

I rang.

Do you know what happened? An electric light strung on the tree
above the table shone out, and there I stood under it with
Moriway's eyes full upon me.

"Great--!" he began.

"Just ring again--" Mr. Latimer's voice came soft as silk.

My fingers trembled so, the bell clattered out of them and fell
jangling to the ground. But it rang. And the light above me went
out like magic. I fell back into a garden chair.

"I beg your pardon, Mr.--was Moriway the name?--I must have
interrupted you, but my eyes are troubling me this evening, and I
can't bear the light. Miss Omar, I thought the housekeeper had
instructed you: one ring means lights, two mean I want Burnett.
Here he comes. . . Burnett, take Sergeant Mulhill through the
place. He's looking for a thief. You will accompany the Sergeant,
Mr.--Moriway?"

"Thank you--no. If you don't mind, I'll wait out here."

That meant me. I moved toward the gate.