"Do you know him well? Have you known him long?" she inquired carelessly, letting her gaze rest on mine. I told her that our acquaintanceship was very slight, that I had made his acquaintance in Geneva, and met him once afterwards in London. "I don't know him well, either," she observed, then added with some emphasis, "He strikes me as being a most charming young man." Naturally I agreed with her, though I had been unable to make up my mind whether, upon the whole, I liked him or not. I thought that upon the whole I didn't, seeing what strange things had happened. "By the by," I said suddenly, "have you had supper?" She answered that she had not, and added that she was "starving." Several people were emerging from one of the supper rooms, and thus it came that I presently found myself seated _tete-a-tete_ with the beautiful widow, and at last beginning to enjoy an evening which until now I had found rather dull. It was natural that we should presently speak of Berkshire and of Holt Manor, and soon we were discussing at length the subject of the robbery. "And have the police as yet no clues?" Mrs. Stapleton suddenly asked. "None, apparently. I suppose you have heard all about what happened, and the statements made by Sir Roland's little son, Dick Challoner." "I know nothing beyond what I read in the newspapers," she replied. "The papers mentioned that Sir Roland's boy had been chloroformed by the thief or thieves—that was all so far as I remember." "Yes," I answered, "he was chloroformed, but he need not have been according to his own account—and as he is extremely truthful and never boasts, I think we may believe his story. He had his head and shoulders in a big oak chest in his father's bedroom, where his father had sent him to find a hunting apron to lend to somebody, and when he stood upright again he heard two men talking, upon the opposite side of the screen which hid the oak chest. "The voices were those of strangers, and the boy naturally supposed that the speakers were some friends of Sir Roland's. He was about to show himself, when he heard one of the men say: "'She says this drawer has money in it: give me your key.' "He heard a key being pushed into a drawer lock, the drawer pulled out, the chink of coin and the crackle of bank-notes. Then he heard the other man suddenly say: "'Hurry up. They'll have got the plate by this time and be waiting for us.'