Elspeth appeared on the stairs and came running down, Mrs. Janney’s orders delivered like pistol shots upon her advance: "I’ve been robbed. The safe’s been opened and all the jewels are gone. Go and call the servants, every one of them. Tell them to come here at once." Elspeth knew enough to make no reply, and, with a terrified face, scudded past her mistress to the kitchen. Mrs. Janney, her attention attracted by sounds of distracted amazement from her husband, mobilized him: "Go and get Miss Maitland. We’ll have to send for detectives. She can do it—she doesn’t lose her head." Mr. Janney, too stunned to be anything but meekly obedient, trotted off down the hall to Miss Maitland’s study, then stopped and came back: "She’s in town; she hasn’t got back yet." "Tch!" Mrs. Janney gave a sound of exasperation. "I’d forgotten it. How maddening! You’ll have to do it. Go in there to the ’phone"—she indicated the telephone closet at the end of the hall. "Call up the Kissam Agency—that’s the best. We had them when the bell boy at Atlantic City stole my sables. Get Kissam himself and tell him what’s happened and to take hold at once—to come now, not to waste a minute. And don’t you either—hurry!—" Mr. Janney hasted away and shut himself in the telephone closet, as the servants, marshaled by Dixon and Elspeth, entered in a scared group. They had been taking tea in their own dining room when Elspeth burst in with the direful news. Eight of them were old employees—had been years in Mrs. Janney’s service. Hannah, the cook, had been with her nearly as long as Dixon; Isaac, the footman, was her nephew. Dixon’s large, heavy-jowled face was stamped with aghast concern; the kitchen maid was in tears. Mrs. Janney addressed them like what she was—a general in command of her forces: "My jewels have been stolen. Some time last night the safe was opened and they were taken. It is my order that every one of you stay in the house, not holding communication with any one outside, until the police have been here and made a thorough investigation. Your rooms and your trunks will have to be searched and I expect you to submit to it willingly with no grumbling." Dixon answered her: "It’s what we’d expect, Madam. Me and Isaac both know the combination and we’d want to have our own characters cleared as much as we’d want you to get back your valuables." Hannah spoke: "We’d welcome it, Mrs. Janney. There’s none of us wants any suspicion restin’ on ’em." Delia, the housemaid with the inflamed eye, took it up. She was a newcomer in the household, and in her fright her brogue acquired an unaccustomed richness: "God knows I was in my room at nine, and not a move out of me till sivin the nixt mornin’ and that’s to-day." Mr. Janney, issuing from the telephone closet, here interrupted them. He addressed his wife: "It’s all right. I got Kissam himself. He’ll be here on the 5:30."