At eight o’clock Doris was awakened by a loud knocking on the door leading to her dressing-room. She had slept the sleep of utter exhaustion and aroused herself with difficulty, a little bewildered at the unusual sounds. Then she dimly remembered locking the door and got quickly out of bed, put the yellow packet in the drawer of her desk and pushed back the bolt of the door. To her surprise her father confronted her and behind him were other members of the family in various stages of their morning toilets. “Thank the Lord,” said David Mather with a sigh of relief. “What on earth is the matter?” asked the girl, glancing from one to the other in alarm. Her father laughed. “Oh, nothing, now that you’re all right. Burglars, that’s all.” Doris’s heart stopped beating as in a flash of reviving memory the incidents of the night before came quickly back to her. “Burglars!” she stammered. “Yes, they got in here--came up the water spout,” pointing to the dressing-room window, “and a fine mess they made of things. You’ll have to take account of stock, child, and see how you stand.” She glanced around the disordered room, very much alarmed. The drawers of her cupboards were all pulled out and their contents scattered about on the floor. “When did--did it happen?” she asked timorously, more because she had to say something than because that was what she wanted to know. “Some time before dawn,” said her father. “Wilson was here until three thinking that you might want her and then went out to her own room in the wing.” “Yes, I remember,” said the girl, passing her hand across her eyes. “I wasn’t feeling very well--so I asked her to stay here for a while. But I can’t understand why I didn’t wake.” “That’s what frightened us,” Cousin Tom broke in. “We were afraid the snoozers might have got in to you----” “It’s lucky you had your door locked.” “They were at my library desk, too,” she heard her father saying. “Must have gone down the hall from here. But so far as I can see, they didn’t get anything.” Her Aunt Sophia gasped a sigh. “Thank the Lord,” she put in reverently. “At least we’re all safe and sound.” Stunned at the daring of Rizzio’s men and bewildered by the persistence with which they had followed their quest while she was sleeping, Doris managed to formulate a quick plan to hide the meaning of this intrusion from the members of her family. She had been examining the disordered contents of the upper drawers of a bureau. “My jewel case, fortunately, I keep in my bedroom,” she said, “but there was an emerald brooch to be repaired which I put in this drawer yesterday. It’s gone.” She saw a puzzled look come into the eyes of Wilson, who stood near the window, and a glance passed between them. “Oh, well,” her father said as he turned toward the door, “we’re lucky it wasn’t worse. I’m ’phoning to Watford for a constable.”