"At the end of a quarter of an hour I summoned help, and my stepson, the butler, and several other servants came to my room. We telephoned for the police, and after breakfast we telephoned to the insurance company." For fully a minute there was silence. Malcolm Sage decided that Lady Glanedale certainly possessed the faculty of telling a story with all the events in their proper sequence. He found himself with very few questions to put to her. "Can you describe the man?" he asked as he mechanically turned over the leaves of a book on a table beside him. "Not very well," she replied. "I saw little more than a silhouette against the window. He was of medium height, slight of build and I should say young." "That seems to agree with the description of the man who robbed Mrs. Comminge," he said as if to himself. "That is what the inspector said," remarked Lady Glanedale. "His voice?" "Was rather husky, as if he were trying to disguise it." "Was it the voice of a man of refinement or otherwise?" "I should describe it as middle-class," was the snobbish response. "The mask?" "It looked like a silk handkerchief tied across his nose. It was dark in tone; but I could get only a dim impression." Malcolm Sage inclined his head comprehendingly. "You know Mrs. Comminge?" "Intimately." "You mentioned two jewel-cases," he said. "The one stolen contained those I mostly wear," replied Lady Glanedale; "in the other I keep some very valuable family jewels." "What was the value of those stolen?" "About 8,000 pounds," she replied, "possibly more. I should explain, perhaps, that Sir Roger was staying in town last night, and so far I have not been able to get him on the telephone. He was to have stayed at the Ritzton; but apparently he found them full and went elsewhere." "You have no suspicion as to who it was that entered your room?" "None whatever," said Lady Glanedale. "The police have already been?" he enquired, as he examined with great intentness a rose he had taken from a bowl beside him. "Yes, they came shortly after we telephoned. They gave instructions that nothing was to be touched in the room, and no one was to go near the ground beneath the windows." Malcolm Sage nodded approvingly, and returned the rose to the bowl. "And now," he said, "I think I should like to see the room. By the way, I take it that you keep your safe locked?" "Always," said Lady Glanedale. "Where do you keep the key?" "In the bottom right-hand drawer of my dressing-table, under a pile of handkerchiefs." "As soon as you can I should like to see a list of the jewels," said Malcolm Sage, as he followed Lady Glanedale towards the door. "My maid is copying it out now," she replied, and led the way up the staircase, along a heavily-carpeted corridor, at the end of which she threw open a door giving access to a bedroom.