“Sure,” said Monty. “What’s a quart amongst three?” Taylor watched them depart, sneeringly. He hated the idle rich with the intensity of a man who has longed to be of them and knows he cannot. The look he flung at Miss Cartwright was not pleasant. “What did you mean by telling them upstairs that you had never seen me before?” he cried vindictively. “You said under no circumstances was I to mention your name.” He looked a trifle disconcerted at this simple explanation. He was in a mood for punishment, and rebuke. “Yes,” he admitted, “but--” “You said it was imperative your identity should not be disclosed,” the girl reminded him. “I suppose that’s true in a way,” he conceded; “but when you saw me wanting to prove who I was, why didn’t you help?” “I was afraid to do anything but follow your instructions,” she said earnestly. “I remembered that you swore you’d put my sister in prison if I even said I’d ever seen you before.” “Well, then, we won’t say any more about it,” he returned ungraciously. “How did you find Denby had the necklace?” “I got into his room and caught him,” she explained. “He had it in his hand.” “Yes, yes!” he cried impatiently; “go on.” “And when the lights went out and there was a shot, I screamed, and naturally I couldn’t see what happened in the dark. I thought you had killed him and I was frightened.” Taylor frowned. He did not like to remember that directly the flash of his gun had disclosed his position Denby had sprung on him like an arrow and knocked him down. Denby had scored two knock-downs in one night, and none had ever done that before. There was a swelling on his jaw and three teeth were loosened. Denby should pay for that, he swore. While he was thinking these vengeful thoughts, Duncan hurried in through the French windows. “Say, Chief,” he shouted, “Denby didn’t leave the house. He’s up in his room now.” “How do you know?” Taylor cried eagerly. “Gibbs climbed up on the roof of the pagoda; he can see the room from there and Denby’s in it now.” “Now we’ve got him sure,” his chief cried gleefully. “And Harrington’s with him,” Duncan added excitedly. “What!” Taylor ejaculated, stopping short on his way to the stairs. The two men talking together spelled collusion to him, and opened up complications to which he had hardly given a thought. “Gibbs said they were talking together,” his subordinate continued. “I was right at first,” Taylor exclaimed; “I thought that might be the game, but he fooled me so that I would have sworn he was innocent. Denby’s smuggling the necklace through for Harrington. Jim, this is a big job, get out there to make sure he don’t escape by the balcony. Have your gun handy,” he warned; “I’ve got mine.” He looked over to Ethel, whose face betrayed the anguish which she was enduring. “And I’ll get the drop on him this time.” “No, no,” she cried, “you mustn’t!” “You knew all the time he was back in his room and you’ve been trying to fool me--you’re stuck on him.”