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"All right," said Heyton, ungraciously. "Well, I'm off." He went upstairs, and Miriam and the Marquess followed him soon after. Just as she was ready for bed, Heyton opened his dressing-room door and, looking in, said: "I'm going to sleep in here to-night, Miriam."
Then, after a pause, he said, with a shrug of the shoulders, "I thought you'd have been sensible, that you'd have taken my tip without forcing me into particulars; but if you must have them well, Lord Heyton, if you are here to-morrow morning, I shall arrest you for the robbery of the jewels and the attempted murder of Lord Sutcombe."
She did not know how much, since her marriage, Miriam had deteriorated, mentally and spiritually. One cannot touch pitch and escape undefiled. "Oh, I've no doubt you'll find plenty to amuse you," she said. "The country is delightful " "Oh, I'm rather fed up with the country," said Lady Heyton. "I've lived in it all my life, you see one of a poor country parson's superfluous daughters.
Mentally cursing his wife, Heyton closed his eyes and tried to think. Strangely enough, his lack of imagination helped him; the imaginative man, in Heyton's position, would have conjured up all the terrible possibilities which environed him; but Heyton's mind was dull and narrow, and so he was able to concentrate on actual facts and actual chances.
As he passed along the lower hall, Heyton glanced at the window he had opened: it had not been shut. He went up the stairs and, as he entered his dressing-room, hummed the latest comic song.
They went across the lawn, the detective still dilating on the charms of a country life, and entered the wood. If they had not followed exactly the line taken by Heyton in the morning, they had touched it now and again; and when they reached the edge of the lake, Mr. Jacobs looked round in a casual way and presently seated himself on the big stone on which Heyton had sat while he dressed himself.
I could read them quite easily with a magnifying glass; and they never lie. 'Pon my word, Lord Heyton!" he broke off musingly, his mouth twisting into a smile, "I'm inclined to think they're the only things in this world one can rely on. Now, you'll see why I upset the ink over your hand."
"What do you mean by rushing in, in this idiotic fashion?" "Oh, my lord!" gasped Simcox. "Something's something's happened. Oh, it's awful! It's the Marquess's man Mr. Jenkins he's just been to call his lordship and and oh, my lord, it's 'orrible!" Heyton rose, gripping the back of the chair. "What do you mean?" he demanded. "What the devil are you talking about?"
"Miss Grant in there?" said Lord Heyton, with a nod towards the library. "I should like to make her acquaintance, too." He took a step towards the door; but Celia closed it and went quickly into the room beyond; and soon afterwards, when the coast was clear, went up to her own room.
I've been looking up one or two places where a man could hide himself I beg your pardon! I mean, seclude himself without fear of interruption or interference." Heyton stared at him; and as he stared, with a puzzled frown, his swollen face grew mottled, livid in places, red in others. "I don't know what the devil you mean!" he blurted out. "Why should I go anywhere?"
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