The adroit thrust made no impression on John. His mind was too busy to recognize it for what it was--viz., about the cleverest repartee ever uttered by a non-commissioned officer of His Majesty's regular forces. A monstrous suspicion had smitten him, with the effect almost of a physical blow. Suspicion? It was more than a suspicion. If it was at Dolly Molloy's request that he was now locked up in this infernal room, then, bizarre as it might seem, Dolly Molloy must in some way be connected with the nefarious activities of the man Twist. The links that connected the two might be obscure, but as to the fact there could be no doubt whatever. "You mean ..." he gasped. "I mean your sister, sir, who brought you over here in her car." "What! That was my car." "No, no, sir, that won't do. I saw her myself driving off in it some hours ago. She waved her 'and to me," said Mr. Flannery, caressing his moustache and allowing a note of tender sentiment to creep into his voice. "Yes, sir! She turned and waved her 'and." John made no reply. He was beyond speech. Trifling though it might seem to an insurance company in comparison with the loss of Rudge Hall's more valuable treasures, the theft of the two-seater smote him a blow from which he could not hope to rally. He loved his Widgeon Seven. He had nursed it, tended it, oiled it, watered it, watched over it in sickness and in health as if it had been a baby sister. And now it had gone. "Look here!" he cried feverishly. "You must let me out of here. At once!" "No, sir. I promised your sister...." "She isn't my sister! I haven't got a sister! Good heavens, man, can't you understand...." "I understand very well, sir. Artfulness! I was prepared for it." Sergeant-Major Flannery paused for an instant. "The young lady," he said dreamily, "was afraid, too, that you might try to bribe me. She warned me most particular." John did not speak. His Widgeon Seven! Gone! "Bribe me!" repeated Sergeant-Major Flannery, his eyes widening. It was evident that the mere thought of such a thing sickened this good man. "She said you would try to bribe me to let you go." "Well, you can make your mind easy," said John between his teeth. "I haven't any money." There was a moment's silence. Then Mr. Flannery said "Ho!" in a rather short manner. And silence fell again. It was broken by the Sergeant-Major, in a moralizing vein.