As Anisty, however,--if he chose to assume that expert's identity for the nonce,--he would be placed at once on a plane of equality with the girl; from a fellow of her craft she could hardly refuse attentions. As Anisty, he would put himself in a position to earn her friendship, to gain--perhaps--her confidence, to learn something of her necessities, to aid and protect her from the consequences of her misdeeds; possibly--to sum up--to divert her footsteps to the paths of a calling less hazardous and more honorable. Worthy ambition: to reform a burglar! Maitland regained something of his lost self-esteem, applauding himself for entertaining a motive so laudable. And he chose his course, for better or worse, in these few seconds. Thereby proving his incontestable title to the name and repute of Mad Maitland. His face lightened; his manner changed; he assumed with avidity the rôle for which she had cast him and which he stood so ready to accept and act. "Well and good," he conceded with an air. "I suppose I may as well own up----" "Oh, I know _you_," she assured him, with a little, confident shake of her head. "There's no deceiving me. But," and her smile became rueful, "if only you'd waited ten minutes more! Of course I recognized you from the first--down there by the river; and knew very well what was your--lay; you gave yourself away completely by mentioning the distance from the river to the Manor. And I did so want to get ahead of you on this job! What a feather in one's cap to have forestalled Dan Anisty!... But hadn't you better be a little careful with those lights? You seem to forget that there are servants in the house. Really, you know, I find you most romantically audacious, Mr. Anisty--quite in keeping with your reputation." "You overwhelm me," he murmured. "Believe me, I have little conceit in my fame, such as it is." And, crossing to the windows, he loosed the heavy velvet hangings and let them fall together, drawing their edges close so that no ray of light might escape. She watched him with interest. "You seem well acquainted here." "Of course. Any man of imagination is at pains to study every house he enters. I have a map of the premises--house and grounds--here." He indicated his forehead with a long forefinger. "Quite right, too--and worth one's while. If rumor is to be believed, you have ordinarily more than your labor for your pains. You have taught me something already.... Ah, well!" she sighed, "I suppose I may as well acknowledge my inferiority--as neophyte to hierophant. Master!" She courtesied low. "I beg you proceed and let thy cheela profit through observation!" And a small white hand gestured significantly toward the collection of burglar's tools,--drills and chisels, skeleton keys, putty, and all,--neatly displayed upon the rug before the massive safe. "You mean that you wish me to crack this safe for you?" he inquired, with inward consternation.