"Ah!" gasped Roseye, turning to me terrified. "The woman! I feared it--I knew it! The woman with the Leopard's Eyes!" "And the men?" I asked. "Did you not see them?" "I only caught a glimpse of one of them," and the description she gave of him almost tallied with that of the man whom we had seen in the woman's company at the roadside. The pair had evidently been on the watch ever since afternoon. They no doubt had seen us leave, and also watched Teddy and Theed's son go away. "But the second man?" I demanded eagerly. "Can't you give us any description of him?" The maid hesitated, and fidgeted slightly. I saw that she was undecided and a little unwilling. Her hair was still awry from her attack, and she had forgotten, in her excitement, to replace her well-starched Dutch-cap. "Well, sir," she answered at last, "I have a suspicion--but only a very faint one--remember I couldn't really see his face, for he sprang upon me from behind. But he spoke to his companion, and I thought I recognised his voice--only a faint suspicion," the woman added. "Indeed, I don't really like mentioning it, because I'm sure you'll laugh at me. You'll think it too absurd." "No. This is no laughing matter, Mulliner," I said. "We are in deadly earnest. It is only right of you to tell us any suspicion that you entertain." "Well--to tell you the truth, sir, I thought I recognised the voice of a gentleman who often visits Cadogan Gardens--Mr Eastwell." "Eastwell!" I echoed. "Do you really think it was actually Mr Eastwell?" I glanced at Roseye and saw that, at mention of the man's name, her face had instantly gone pale as death, and her hands were trembling. "Are you quite sure of that, Mulliner?" she asked breathlessly. "No. Not quite. I only know that he wore a big pair of motor-goggles with flaps on the cheeks, and those effectively altered his appearance, but as he assisted in tying me up in the chair, my eyes caught sight of his watch-chain. It was familiar to me--one of alternate twisted links of gold and platinum of quite uncommon pattern. This I recognised as Mr Eastwell's, for I had seen it many times before, and it went far to confirm my suspicion that the voice was undoubtedly his. I admit, miss, that I was staggered at the discovery." I led Roseye into the best room and, having closed the door, stood before her in front of the log fire and asked: "Now what is your opinion, dear? Has Lionel Eastwell been here to-night, do you really think?" Her pale lips compressed, and her eyes narrowed at my words. I saw that she was unnerved and trembling. "Yes," she whispered at last. "Yes--Claude--I believe he has been here!" "Then he's not our friend, as we have so foolishly believed--eh?" She drew a long breath, and gazed about the room as though utterly mystified. "I--I never suspected this!" was her low reply. "But--" "But what? Tell me, darling. Do tell me," I begged.