"No, no, not now," said the Baronet authoritatively, and laying a restraining hand upon my arm. "Time flies, and every moment is of value. Never mind the gallery for the present, unless you wish Angelo to escape us. I want you to take up your station at the entrance-hall of the Abbey, so as to be ready to 'shadow' Angelo the moment he returns. Keep a watchful eye on him, for should he overhear that the picture is found--and I daresay the servants are talking of nothing else at this present moment--he will be sure to seek safety in flight, knowing well that his crime is discovered. Detain him at the Abbey by every means in your power till we return with a constable and the warrant for his arrest. Should he show a disposition to bolt, give the servants orders to seize him. Don't hesitate; I will take the responsibility." "Supposing the guests should return without him, what then?" I asked. "Then you may depend upon it that he has fled. In that case, off to the railway-station at once; make use of my name; telegraph a description of him to the Chief Constable of Penzance: say that a warrant is out for his arrest; and you may be in time to check his flight. Come, Leslie." "Stay a minute!" I cried, as both moved towards the door. "What will the warrant charge Angelo with?" "With murder, of course." "Stop! How can a warrant for murder be issued against a man unless you know the name of the victim?" "But I do know the name of the victim." "What!" I cried in amazement. "You do? How have you found out? Who was it?" "You yourself have told me." And with these words--a complete enigma to me--the Baronet darted off, accompanied by my uncle, who looked every whit as bewildered as myself. I was on the point of going to the hall, there to await Angelo, when Fruin came into the room. "Has Sir Hugh gone out?" he asked. "Yes, but only for a little while," I answered. "Do you want him particularly?" "Only to give him these keys," the butler replied, laying them on a table. "Have you put the picture back in the gallery?" "Yes, sir; stood it on a table in the middle of the hall. Mr. Vasari must be very strong to have been able to carry it off by himself. It takes two of us to lift it." "Ah! Have the company returned yet?" "No, sir, they will not be back for a long time." "Why, how's that?" "We've just had a boy from the vicarage to say so. Miss Wyville has persuaded them all to accompany the church choir in a round of carol singing."