Sydney Barnes snatched up the packet and retreated behind the table. The Colonel leaned forward and blew out the candle. "I can see better in the dark," he remarked calmly. "You are a very foolish young man!" CHAPTER XLI THE COLONEL SPEAKS Wrayson glanced at the clock for the twentieth time. "I am afraid," he said gravely, "that Mr. Sydney Barnes has been one too many for us." "Do you think," Louise asked, "that he has persuaded the girl to give him the packet?" "It looks like it," Wrayson confessed. Louise frowned. "Of course," she said, "I think that you were mad to let her go before. She had the letters here in the room. You would have been perfectly justified in taking them from her." "I suppose so," Wrayson assented, doubtfully. "Somehow she seemed to get the upper hand of us towards the end. I think she suspected that some of us knew more than we cared to tell her about--her husband's death." Louise shivered a little and remained silent. Wrayson walked to the window and back. "To tell you the truth," he said, "I expected some one else here to-night who has failed to turn up." "Who is that?" the Baroness asked. Wrayson hesitated for a moment and glanced towards Louise. "Colonel Fitzmaurice," he said. Louise seemed to turn suddenly rigid. She looked at him steadfastly for a moment without speaking. "My father," she murmured at last. Wrayson nodded. "Yes!" he said. "But--what has he to do with this?" Louise asked, with her eyes fixed anxiously, almost fearfully, upon his. "I went to him for advice," Wrayson said quietly. "He has been always very kind, and I thought it possible that he might be able to help us. He promised to be here at the same hour as the others. Listen! There is the bell at last." The Colonel entered the room. Louise half rose to her feet. Wrayson hastened to meet him. "Herbert," he said, with an affectionate smile, "forgive me for being a little late. Baroness, I am delighted to see you--and Louise." The Baroness held out both her hands, which the Colonel raised gallantly to his lips. Louise he greeted with a fatherly and unembarrassed smile. "I must apologize to all of you," he said, "but perhaps this will be my best excuse." He took the packet from his breast pocket and handed it over to the Baroness. The room seemed filled with exclamations. The Colonel beamed upon them all. "Quite simple," he declared. "I have just taken them from Mr. Sydney Barnes upstairs. He, in his turn, took them from--" The door was suddenly opened. Mrs. Morris Barnes rushed into the room and gazed wildly around. "Where is he?" she exclaimed. "He has robbed me. The little beast! He got into my rooms while I was out." The Colonel led her gallantly to a chair. "Calm yourself, my dear young lady," he said. "Where is he?" she cried. "Has he been here?" The Colonel shook his head. "He is in his room upstairs, but," he said, "I should not advise you to go to him."