"But what did it mean?" said Rob, hoarsely; "suspicion--an effort to find out--or robbery?" "Robbery, my boy, for certain. They thought that they would get at the girls' jewellery." "Yes, that's it," said James Clareborough, sharply; "an interrupted burglary. Curse them! They had all the professional tools. Well, they won't want them any more." Marion started, and Chester passed his arm round her as he felt her trembling violently. For something like light was beginning to dawn upon her--a light which grew clearer as the thought of the butler asking leave for him and the footman to have a day in town, to see to some business, as the gentlemen were away. That morning at breakfast, and now-- The light was growing hard, clear and ghastly. "Now, then," said James Clareborough, sharply, "let's look the position in the face. Everything turns upon whether anyone knows beside ourselves that the hounds came here." "Yes, everything," assented the voice which puzzled Chester still. "Would anyone know?" "Is it likely?" said James, cynically. "They were coming on a burglarious expedition; they began by half killing the poor old aunt, and they were trapped trying to blow open the iron door. Is it probable that they would tell anyone they were coming here?" "No; absurd," said Dennis, shortly. "But still--" "Will you hold your tongue, Rob?" cried his cousin. "Do you think they would have spoken?" "No." "Then we're safe in that direction," continued James Clareborough. "The next question is, then, did anyone who knew them see them come to the house? The odds are a million to one that no one did, for they would take pretty good care that their faces were not seen as they stood waiting. Besides, where does the inquiry begin? Down yonder. We were away; they ask for a holiday of my wife; she gives them leave; and they come away and do not return. Their relatives, if the poor devils have any, may make inquiry, but it is doubtful. I daresay we shall find that the scoundrels have been plundering us, and at the worst we could prove this. There it is in a nut-shell. They have disappeared like hundreds more, and the world will never be any wiser." A chill of horror ran through Chester as he listened to all this, and he was conscious that his companion hung more heavily upon his arm, as if about to faint.