A scuffling noise accompanied by a groaning of wood was what they heard, and then a soft padding of feet in the room they had just deserted. Apparently this tiger could climb. "The deuce!" said Nare, beneath his breath. He had never in his life been in a more unpleasant situation--never, indeed, in anything like it. At first the thing had seemed like some burlesque nightmare, but now the burlesque was going out of it. What could one do to a tiger? He sat cross-legged over the trap, reflecting and listening to the pad, pad below. If only there were a cover to the trap, but there was none. His companion was looking out of a sort of small slit in the side of the Mill that had been made to serve the purpose of a window once, hiding her tears, Nare fancied. It was too narrow to get through, and in any case there would be a drop of twenty or thirty feet. Half unconsciously Nare began to unpack the picnic basket which he had carried along from room to room. He had some vague idea of throwing the tiger sandwiches as a sop. "Buns, cucumber sandwiches, a packet of salt. Do you see anything, Sister Anne?" He broke off enumerating the contents of the basket, seeing that Miss Corcoran had started. "I--no----" "A chocolate cake--tea--pepper--pepper----" "Yes, I do," Miss Corcoran suddenly burst out. "There's someone coming--this way. He's--he's on a--it's Sir Henry." In spite of the presence of the tiger and the diversion likely to be caused by the arrival of the baronet, Nare felt a trifle jealous. If the diversion were caused it would be to the baronet's credit, that was certain, and he sat over the trap, aimlessly untying the packet marked pepper, while he listened to the parley that Miss Corcoran began from the slit in the Mill wall. A bicycle bell rung in a dignified manner announced the baronet's approach. "Sir Henry!" Nare could hear the brake applied before the baronet's thin, piping voice called back:-- "Who is there?" "It's I--Judith Corcoran--and Mr. Nare. We're in the Mill--and----" "Indeed!" Suspicion was plain in the baronet's "Indeed!" Nare lost the next few words in trying to catch a sound of the padding feet below. "And the animal that escaped that you told us of--is here--it's a tiger!" An unpleasant, high-pitched laugh greeted Miss Corcoran's explanation--a laugh that showed Sir Henry in about as incredulous a frame of mind as a jealous man might be. "Ah!" he sniggered. "What charming company! Two--and a tiger!" "G-r-r-r-r!"