Brennen laughed. "Bless you, no!" he exclaimed jovially. "That was one of the first things I took care of, and, short as the distance is, I shouldn’t be at all surprised if he got sidetracked, somehow, on the way." He paused a moment, his keen eyes fixed intently on Barry’s face. "I s’pose you’ve sized me up from the muss I made of things the other night," he went on; "and I can’t say I blame you much. That was one of the worst fall-downs I ever had; and the trouble was my hands were tied. Instead of putting the matter up to me and letting me work it my own way, they had to go and plan it all out, and then tell me to do thus and so, as if I was one of these cheap guys with solid-ivory domes. Why, hang it all! I didn’t even know what you were then. I took you for some cheap sport who’d got into trouble on the other side and slipped over here to get away from it. If I’d had the least idea what was what, you can bet your last cent you wouldn’t have made that get-away as easy as you did." As he listened to the fellow’s incomprehensible words, Lawrence felt as if his brain were whirling round and round. And then, like a flash, his self-control snapped. "Who the mischief do you take me for?" he burst out frantically. "Tell me that! Tell me his name! Tell me what I’m supposed to have done. Out with it now, unless you’re afraid." An expression of admiration came into Brennen’s face. "Clever!" he murmured to himself. "Mighty clever! I never saw anything better done on the stage. What a pity——" He broke off abruptly as the purring of a motor car became audible in the room, and turned swiftly to his companion. "That must be him, Jack," he said tersely. "He’s overdue now. Listen!" An instant later, as the car stopped outside, with a grinding of brakes, he went on swiftly: "Better slip down and make sure about it. Hager’s there, but we don’t want anything to go wrong. I’ll take a peep out of the window." The tall fellow hastily left the room, while Brennen stepped quickly to one of the windows and drew up a corner of the shade. Lawrence, his brain whirling and every nerve tense, stood dazedly for a second, then began to walk nervously up and down the floor. In a few moments he would know. Unless he was very much mistaken, the whole baffling mystery would swiftly be revealed to him, and he could scarcely restrain his impatience. The closing of a door downstairs made him turn hastily in that direction; then his glance trailed back to the long mirror placed in the middle of the wall opposite the windows. Even in his perturbed state of mind, he noticed how like the black walnut frame was, in shape and size, to a doorway, and wondered why, with all the other looking-glasses about the room, another had been inserted here. Of course it was a mirror, for, dim as the light was at this distance from the shaded lamp, he could see his own figure outlined in the glass, and even make out every detail of his face and clothes.