"I'm sorry to give you this trouble, Mr. Lloyd," he said, "but I must stay here myself for a little, and somebody who can be trusted must go. Will you just bring back a police-constable with you?--or rather two--two would be better. That is all that is wanted. You won't let the servants know, will you? Of course, there will be a female searcher at the Twyford police-station? Ah--of course. Well, you needn't bring her, you know. That sort of thing is done at the station." And chatting thus confidentially, Martin Hewitt saw him off. [Illustration: "I AM SORRY TO GIVE YOU THE TROUBLE, MR. LLOYD."] When Hewitt returned to the smoking-room Sir James said, suddenly, "Why, bless my soul, Mr. Hewitt, we haven't fed you! I'm awfully sorry. We came in rather late for lunch, you know, and this business has bothered me so, I clean forgot everything else. There's no dinner till seven, so you'd better let me give you something now. I'm really sorry. Come along." "Thank you, Sir James," Hewitt replied; "I won't take much. A few biscuits, perhaps, or something of that sort. And, by-the-bye, if you don't mind, I rather think I should like to take it alone. The fact is, I want to go over this case thoroughly by myself. Can you put me in a room?" "Any room you like. Where will you go? The dining-room's rather large, but there's my study, that's pretty snug, or--" "Perhaps I can go into Mr. Lloyd's room for half an hour or so--I don't think he'll mind, and it's pretty comfortable." "Certainly, if you'd like. I'll tell them to send you whatever they've got." "Thank you very much. Perhaps they'll also send me a lump of sugar and a walnut--it's--it's just a little fad of mine." "A--what? A lump of sugar and a walnut?" Sir James stopped for a moment, with his hand on the bell-rope. "Oh, certainly, if you'd like it; certainly," he added, and stared after this detective of curious tastes as he left the room. When the vehicle, bringing back the secretary and the policemen, drew up on the drive, Martin Hewitt left the room on the first floor and proceeded downstairs. On the landing he met Sir James Norris and Mrs. Cazenove, who stared with astonishment on perceiving that the detective carried in his hand the parrot-cage. "I think our business is about brought to a head now," Hewitt remarked, on the stairs. "Here are the police-officers from Twyford." The men were standing in the hall with Mr. Lloyd, who, on catching sight of the cage in Hewitt's hand, paled suddenly. "This is the person who will be charged, I think," Hewitt pursued, addressing the officers, and indicating Lloyd with his finger. "What, Lloyd?" gasped Sir James, aghast. "No--not Lloyd--nonsense!"