"In due time, I came to the little dining-room, where I discovered the cook preparing dinner. You were not in evidence, your ladyship. I do not mind in the least confessing that I was ordered out by the cook. I retired to the clock-shop of M. Mirabeau and sat down to wait. The Polish young gentleman was there. As time went on, Mr. Bramble joined us. They were extremely ill-at-ease, your lordship, although they tried very hard to appear amused and unconcerned. The slightest noise caused them to fidget. Once, to test them, I stealthily dropped my pocket knife on the floor. Now, you would say, wouldn't you, that so small an object as a pen-knife--but that's neither here nor there. They jumped,--every blessed one of them. Presently the young Polish gentleman, whose face is strangely familiar to me,--I must have seen him in London,--announced that he was obliged to depart. A little later on,--you see, it was quite dark by this time,--the clockmaker prepared to close up for the night. Mr. Bramble looked at his watch two or three times in rapid succession, notwithstanding the fact that he was literally surrounded by clocks. He said he feared he would have to go and see about the dinner,--and would I kindly get out. I--" "They should have called in the police," interrupted his male listener indignantly. "That's what I should have done, confound your impudence." "Ah, now _there_ is a point I should have touched upon before," explained Mr. Chambers, casting an uneasy glance down into the room below. "I may as well confess to you,--quite privately and confidentially, of course, your lordship,--that I--er--rather deceived the old gentlemen. Do not be alarmed. I am quite sure they can't hear what I am saying. You see. I told them in the beginning that I had surrounded the place with policemen and plain-clothes men. They--" "And hadn't you?" demanded Mr. Trotter quickly, a reckless light appearing in his eyes. "Not at all, sir,--not at all. Why should I? I am quite capable of handling the case single-handed. The less the police had to do with it the better for all parties concerned. Still, it was necessary to frighten them a little. Otherwise, they _might_ have ejected me--er--bodily, if you know what I mean. Or, for that matter, they might have called in the police, as you suggest. So I kept them from doing either by giving them to understand that if there was to be any calling of the police it would be I who would do it with my little whistle." He paused to chuckle. "You are making a long story of it," growled Mr. Trotter. "I beg your pardon, sir. The interruptions, you see,--ahem! I followed Mr. Bramble to the dining-room. He was very nervous. He coughed a great deal, and very loudly. I was quite convinced that you were secreted somewhere about the place, but, for the life of me, I couldn't imagine where."