"Orl in good time!" pronounced the majestic Collop. "Orl in good time! First tell 'em there's no church this morning. Go and tell 'em that. Soak into 'em all. I've got to 'ave my witnesses--and you'll be glad, too, when it's over." In his heart the Victorian relic, bleeding though he was from such a manner, felt that he would.... Anything to get it over! "I've got a word to say to you, Sir Humphrey"--it was no longer "My lord"--"afore we summons 'em, and then you shall see what you shall see. Meanwhile, you go and tell 'em to stand by. I'll bide 'ere." And he bided, while the far wealthier and therefore greater man trotted round on his errand. "I'm sorry," he said to each couple, as he ferreted it out, "but I must ask you not to go out. _The emerald's found_; at least ... you'll see. Only wait where you are just a moment. I'll send for you all." He repeated that phrase three times and fixed them to their stations; then he ran back to the deliverer. He found the deliverer at the door of the West Room. "Come in here, Mr. Dee Boe Hun," he said. "Look round, Sir Humphrey--what do you perceive?" "Nothing," said the Home Secretary. Then he found the manhood to add, "Hurry up!" "Ar! 'Urry up, is it?" said the masterful policeman deliberately. "Now there's a little point to be settled first." He compressed his lips, as though for a reprimand to an inferior. "The first thing that's got to be proved--and that's simple--is, was there a winder left open here the night o' the great disaster?" "You mean on Friday night? The day before yesterday? The night the jewel was dropped?" "Yep!" answered Mr. Collop. "I do." "A window?" repeated the statesman, remembering the shutters, the curtains, the fire, all the scene. "A winder was left open," insisted bovinely Mr. Collop. "I'll lay to that. And if you'll settle that p'int you'll see 'ow the rest'll follow. I tell you I 'ave me clue; it's more than a clue; it's a find. Ye'll see!" The mechanism of a great house (delightful thought!) involves a hierarchy. The Home Secretary rang, and asked for the butler. An underling sought Mr. George Whaley, and Mr. George Whaley arrived. There was that in his eye which might have alarmed or warned the Head of the de Bohuns; but the Head of the de Bohuns was passing weary in the head just now, and he noted nothing. "Oh!" he said, "I wanted you, Whaley ... to ask you--er--whether ... yes, to ask you who it is who does the room here in the early morning? Who, for instance, would be in the room here, say, well, before anybody else?" George Whaley coughed discreetly. "By rights, sir," he said, "it ought to be Annie. But it is possible, of course, that the Boy----" "Ah! yes," said the Home Secretary. "The Boy. Of course!" He had vaguely heard that the Boy was the servant of the servants of the gods. "Well then, you think it would be the Boy? Send me the Boy!"