To my mind there was no question that Lord Cuthbertson never meant to let the hunchback leave that chapel; thus, as an outsider watching every feint and move in that closely-contested duel of wit and nerve, I recognised that all he did was pose--bluff--strategy of the lowest bullying type. All the same, I am not sure whether, if I had been in Peter Zouche's shoes, I should have seen through the sharp practice of this pinchbeck Napoleon so easily. Indeed, I might as easily have been taken in as he was, for was there not at work that strange, compelling moral suasion of the handcuff? "Very well, then," said Lord Cuthbertson after a suitable pause. "I am, I repeat, very busy, very busy indeed, but I will see whether I can't do as you ask. Naylor, take off those wristlets, and go out of the room for a few minutes; and you, Mr Zouche, come here quite close to us so that we can be quite certain that the terms of our understanding are not overheard by any of the other detectives we brought down from Scotland Yard to Shrewsbury last night." The detective disappeared with the handcuffs, and the hunchback went close to the table and engaged in confidential conversation with the Foreign Secretary and the earl for nearly a quarter of an hour. In vain Casteno and I worked and edged and wriggled. All of the men round the table spoke so low and so earnestly that we could not catch a single word of what they were saying, and we might just as well have gone back to the hotel, and there awaited the hunchback's return, as have prowled so uneasily on the far side of those doors for all the good we did to our cause, until I had an idea which I put immediately into effect. "Look here," I whispered suddenly to my companion, "you come here instead of me and take a turn at peeping through the keyhole!" "Why?" he queried in a thin, complaining voice. "Your eyes are better than mine, and your ears. You hear things twice as quickly as I do!" "That isn't it," I returned. "I don't want you to listen at all on this occasion." "Well, my back is tired. I am sick of stooping down." "But it won't be for long," I persisted. "Just take this turn at the keyhole to oblige me, will you? Directly you have discovered what I want you to find--and, mark! only you can find it out--we need not wait another minute. We can get off to the Green Dragon and eat our dinner in peace." "Well, what is it?" he asked, bending down in front of the door, his curiosity at last faintly excited. "Don't you see that the old man is on the point of selling us and that in a few minutes both Cooper-Nassington and I will be done as brown as the proverbial berries?" "That's just it," I replied. "I want you to study your father's face very carefully whilst he is talking to Cuthbertson. Examine every feature in it, every turn, every line, in the light of all your previous experience of him, and see whether or not he is telling those men the truth."