"One had to say something, ma'am. He looked a little put out, and hesitated for a minute or two; then he took and emptied the milk-jug straight into his cup, and began to drink his tea; and I went out and filled the jug again. I waited for a few minutes before I came back, and I found him leaning back in his chair, with a sleepy look coming over him directly. 'Miss Meldreth,' he said, 'I'm sorry to have troubled you, for I really don't think I want any more tea'--and then he yawned fit to take his head off--'and I'm going to lie down on the sofa to get a little rest, for I am so uncommonly drowsy.'" "That seems a little sudden," said Mrs. Vane thoughtfully. "Are you sure that he did not suspect anything?" "No, ma'am--I don't think so. Well, he laid down, and I went in and out taking away the things; and, if you'll believe me, in ten minutes he was fast asleep and snoring like--like a grampus!" "Well, Sabina?" "I let him stay so for nearly half an hour, so as to be sure that he was thoroughly off, ma'am, and then I went up to him and touched his hair. It was very nicely fitted on; but it was a wig for all that, and one could easily see the dark hair underneath. The beard was more difficult to move--there was some sticky stuff to fasten it on as well as an elastic band behind the ears; but it was plainly a false one too. He's a dark-looking man, almost like a gipsy, I should say, with hair that's nearly black--something like his eyebrows. Do you think he's the man you want, ma'am?" "I'm sure of it, Sabina. Do you want to earn three hundred pounds besides your twenty?" "What, ma'am!" "Three hundred pounds, I remember, was offered for the arrest of Andrew Westwood, escaped prisoner from Portland prison, five years ago. This man is Andrew Westwood, Sabina, who murdered Sydney Vane. You shall have the money to keep as soon as it is paid." Sabina drew back aghast. "A murderer," she said--"and him such a nice quiet-looking old gentleman! Why, aunt Eliza was always planning a match between him and me! It's awful!" Flossy laughed grimly. "People don't carry their crimes in their face, Sabina," she said. "Now you can go away and wait in the sitting-room until Parker has dressed me. Then you will come with me to Scotland Yard--I believe that is the place to go to. I want that man arrested before nightfall. Here are your ten pounds." "Oh," said Sabina--"I wish I'd known!" "Do you mean that you would not have helped me?" "I'm not sure, ma'am; I don't like the idea of shutting the poor man up for ever and ever in a gaol." "Perhaps you don't mind the idea of murder?" said Mrs. Vane sarcastically. "Don't be a fool, Sabina! Think of the three hundred pounds too! You shall have it all, I promise you; and I will content myself with the satisfaction of seeing him once more where he deserves to be. Now call Parker."