Higgins pulled up, thunderstruck, panting and perspiring with agitation. His fat cheeks quivered like the wattles of a gobbler, and his eyes bulged as, by degrees, he became alive to the situation. Maitland began to explain, forestalling the embarrassments of cross-examination. "By the merest accident, Higgins, I was passing in my car with a party of friends. Just for a joke I thought I'd steal up to the house and see how you were behaving yourselves. By chance--again--I happened to see this light through the library windows." And Maitland, putting an incautious hand upon the bull's-eye on the desk, withdrew it instantly, with an exclamation of annoyance and four scorched fingers. "He's been at the safe," he added quickly, diverting attention from himself. "I was just in time." "My wor-r-rd!" said Higgins, with emotion. Then quickly: "Did 'e get anythin', do you think, sir?" Maitland shook his head, scowling over the butler's burly shoulders at the rapidly augmenting concourse of servants in the hallway--lackeys, grooms, maids, cooks, and what-not; a background of pale, scared faces to the tableau in the library. "This won't do," considered Maitland. "Get back, all of you!" he ordered sternly, indicating the group with a dominant and inflexible forefinger. "Those who are wanted will be sent for. Now go! Higgins, you may stay." "Yes, sir. Yes, sir. But wot an 'orrid 'appenin', sir, if you'll permit me--" "I won't. Be quiet and listen. This man is Anisty--Handsome Dan Anisty, the notorious jewel thief, wanted badly by the police of a dozen cities. You understand?... I'm going now to motor to the village and get the constables; I may," he invented desperately, "be delayed--may have to get a detective from Brooklyn. If this scoundrel stirs, don't touch him. Let him alone--he can't escape if you do. Above all things, don't you dare to remove that gag!" "Most cert'inly, sir. I shall bear in mind wot you says----" "You'd best," grimly. "Now I'm off. No; I don't want any attendance--I know my way. And--don't--touch--that--man--till I return." "Very good, sir." Maitland stepped over to the safe, glanced within, cursorily, replaced a bundle of papers which he did not recall disturbing, closed the door and twirled the combination. "Nothing gone," he announced. An inarticulate gurgle from the prostrate man drew a black scowl from Maitland. Recovering, "Good morning," he said politely to the butler, and striding out of the house by the front door, was careful to slam that behind him, ere darting into the shadows. The moon was down, the sky a cold, opaque grey, overcast with a light drift of cloud. The park seemed very dark, very dreary; a searching breeze was sweeping inland from the Sound, soughing sadly in the tree-tops; a chill humidity permeated the air, precursor of rain. The young man shivered, both with chill and reaction from the tension of the emergency just past.