"Nor yesterday?" "No, nothing. I don't remember anything." "Thank you," said Hewitt, hastily; "thank you. Now the morning-room, Sir James." In the morning-room Hewitt stayed but a few seconds, doing little more than casually glance out of the windows. In the room above he took a little longer time. It was a comfortable room, but with rather effeminate indications about its contents. Little pieces of draped silk-work hung about the furniture, and Japanese silk fans decorated the mantelpiece. Near the window was a cage containing a grey parrot, and the writing-table was decorated with two vases of flowers. "Lloyd makes himself pretty comfortable, eh?" Sir James observed. "But it isn't likely anybody would be here while he was out, at the time that bracelet went." "No," replied Hewitt, meditatively. "No, I suppose not." He stared thoughtfully out of the window, and then, still deep in thought, rattled at the wires of the cage with a quill tooth-pick and played a moment with the parrot. Then looking up at the window again, he said: "That is Mr. Lloyd, isn't it, coming back in a fly?" "Yes, I think so. Is there anything else you would care to see here?" "No, thank you," Hewitt replied; "I don't think there is." They went down to the smoking-room, and Sir James went away to speak to his secretary. When he returned, Hewitt said, quietly, "I think, Sir James--I _think_ that I shall be able to give you your thief presently." "What! Have you a clue? Who do you think? I began to believe you were hopelessly stumped." "Well, yes. I have rather a good clue, although I can't tell you much about it just yet. But it is so good a clue that I should like to know now whether you are determined to prosecute, when you have the criminal?" "Why, bless me, of course," Sir James replied, with surprise. "It doesn't rest with me, you know--the property belongs to my friends. And even if _they_ were disposed to let the thing slide, I shouldn't allow it--I couldn't, after they had been robbed in my house." "Of course, of course. Then, if I can, I should like to send a message to Twyford by somebody perfectly trustworthy--not a servant. Could anybody go?" "Well, there's Lloyd, although he's only just back from his journey. But if it's important, he'll go." "It is important. The fact is, we must have a policeman or two here this evening, and I'd like Mr. Lloyd to fetch them without telling anybody else." Sir James rang, and, in response to his message, Mr. Lloyd appeared. While Sir James gave his secretary his instructions, Hewitt strolled to the door of the smoking-room, and intercepted the latter as he came out.