“I didn’t think they’d got it in them,” said Lord Ernest. “Now I recognize you. You’re my interviewer. No, I didn’t think any of you fellows had got all that in you. Come into the other room, and I’ll show you something else. Oh, keep me covered by all means. But look at this!” On the antique sideboard, their size doubled by reflection in the polished mahogany, lay a coruscating cluster of precious stones, that fell in festoons about Lord Ernest’s fingers as he handed them to Raffles with scarcely a shrug. “The Kirkleatham diamonds,” said he. “Better add ’em to the bag.” Raffles did so without a smile; with his overcoat buttoned up to the chin, his tall hat pressed down to his eyes, and between the two his incisive features and his keen, stern glance, he looked the ideal detective of fiction and the stage. What _I_ looked God knows, but I did my best to glower and show my teeth at his side. I had thrown myself into the game, and it was obviously a winning one. “Wouldn’t take a share, I suppose?” Lord Ernest said casually. Raffles did not condescend to reply. I rolled back my lips like a bull-pup. “Then a drink, at least!” My mouth watered, but Raffles shook his head impatiently. “We must be going, my lord, and you will have to come with us.” I wondered what in the world we should do with him when we had got him. “Give me time to put some things together? Pair of pyjamas and tooth-brush, don’t you know?” “I cannot give you many minutes, my lord, but I don’t want to cause a disturbance here, so I’ll tell them to call a cab if you like. But I shall be back in a minute, and you must be ready in five. Here, inspector, you’d better keep this while I am gone.” And I was left alone with that dangerous criminal! Raffles nipped my arm as he handed me the revolver, but I got small comfort out of that. “‘Sea-green Incorruptible?’” inquired Lord Ernest as we stood face to face. “You don’t corrupt me,” I replied through naked teeth. “Then come into my room. I’ll lead the way. Think you can hit me if I misbehave?” I put the bed between us without a second’s delay. My prisoner flung a suit-case upon it, and tossed things into it with a dejected air; suddenly, as he was fitting them in, without raising his head (which I was watching), his right hand closed over the barrel with which I covered him. “You’d better not shoot,” he said, a knee upon his side of the bed; “if you do it may be as bad for you as it will be for me!” I tried to wrest the revolver from him. “I will if you force me,” I hissed. “You’d better not,” he repeated, smiling; and now I saw that if I did I should only shoot into the bed or my own legs. His hand was on the top of mine, bending it down, and the revolver with it. The strength of it was as the strength of ten of mine; and now both his knees were on the bed; and suddenly I saw his other hand, doubled into a fist, coming up slowly over the suit-case. “Help!” I called feebly.