"Not much money on him--there's some loose change and this five-pound note. Strange to say--a bit curious and suspicious!--he objected strongly to my taking the note: said that it was worth more than five pounds to him; in fact, he declared that he wouldn't part with it for five thousand and begged me to take care of it and let him change it back for gold." He smiled. Celia flushed hotly, her eyes glowed as they dwelt on the note, and she stifled an exclamation. She listened with parted lips, her breath coming fast. "Something in that, eh, Mr. Jacobs? Then there are some various letters; several of them from a lady in South America, invoices and letters about engineering. Seems to have come from abroad. And here's this packet. It's sealed, as you see; and I didn't care to open it by myself; thought you and I would open it together. May be important evidence, you know." Mr. Jacobs took up the packet, turned it over, then placed it on the table and laid his hand on it. "Shouldn't be surprised," he said, quietly. "And so you've got him in the lock-up? What's his name?" "Well, he calls himself 'Sydney Green': an alias, I dare say." Mr. Jacobs nodded once more. "Very likely, I should say; very likely. Well, I congratulate you, Inspector. You've done a good morning's work. Bit of a fluke, as you say; but you've been on the close watch, haven't you? And there's something more than luck in this. By the way, you didn't find the two keys--the key of the safe and the key of the jewel-box--on him?" "No," said Mr. Brown, easily. "Of course, he's got rid of those; and, in another hour or two, he'd have got clear off with the jewel-box. I've got that locked up in my safe. So far as I can see--of course, you can't tell--it looks as if the contents had not been disturbed; in fact, as if we'd recovered all the missing property." "Splendid!" murmured Mr. Jacobs. "I suppose you'll go down and see him presently?" said Mr. Brown, almost showing his impatience and irritation at the detective's phlegmatic calm. Nothing seemed to move this man. "Presently," said Mr. Jacobs, blandly. "There's a knock at the door. Please open it, Miss Grant." Celia did so. Mrs. Dexter stood there. She seemed very agitated. "Will you please come upstairs, Miss Grant," she said; "and--and, yes, you two gentlemen. Something strange, terrible, has happened." Without a word, Mr. Jacobs signed to Celia to lead the way, placing the packet in his pocket as she did so, and they followed her up to the Marquess's room. He was lying back with his eyes closed; the doctor's hand was on his pulse. Mr. Clendon was seated beside the bed, his hand on the Marquess's shoulder. Mr. Clendon looked troubled, but was quite calm. "The Marquess has sent for you that you may hear something he has resolved to tell you," he said, in a low voice.