CHAPTER XII.
WHAT WAS ON THE BEDAnd we—we five men—remained for a moment or two, in silence, looking on. In our breasts, I imagine, were widely different emotions. Surprise, and something else, was, apparently, the dominant feeling of Inspector Symonds and his colleague. They exchanged a few whispered words. Then the Inspector made a movement towards Miss Moore, with something in his mien I did not like. I placed myself in front of him.
“Well, sir,” I inquired, “what do you want?”
He looked at me askance; then turned towards the policeman who had been placed in the passage to guard the outer door.
“What is the meaning of these people being here? I thought I told you to admit no one. Is this the way you obey orders?”
The policeman was apologetic.
“Well, sir, that young lady was throug
