Gentlemen and Players
Amersteth, blinking, "Who was that ran downstairs?"
"Mac—Clephane!" said I hastily.
"Aha!" said he, turning to the footman. "So you're the scoundrel, are you? Well done! Well done! Where was he caught?"
I had no idea.
"Here's Lady Melrose's door open," said Crowley. "Lady Melrose! Lady Melrose!"
"You forget she's deaf," said Lord Amersteth. "Ah! that'll be her maid."
An inner door had opened; next instant there was a little shriek, and a white figure gesticulated on the threshold.
"Où donc est l'écrin de Madame la Marquise? La fenêtre est ouverte. Il a disparu!"
"Window open and jewel-case gone, by Jove!" exclaimed Lord Amersteth. "Mais comment est Madame la Marquise? Estelle bien?"
"Oui, milor. Elle dort."
"Sleeps through it all," said my lord.
"She's the only one, then!"
"What made Mackenzie—Clephane—bolt?" young Crowley asked me.
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