"He is twenty-three." Lady Glanedale elevated her eyebrows as if surprised at the question.
"Can you send for him?"
"Certainly, if you wish it." She rang the bell, and a moment later requested the maid who answered it to ask Mr. Robert to come immediately.
"Do you sleep with lowered blinds?" enquired Malcolm Sage.
"The one nearest my bed I always keep down; the other I pull up after putting out my light."
"Did you awaken suddenly, or gradually--as if it were your usual time to awaken?"
"It was gradual," said Lady Glanedale, after a pause for thought. "I remember having the feeling that someone was looking at me."
"Was the light from the torch shining on your face?"
"No, it was turned to the opposite side of the room, on my right as I lay in bed."
At that moment a young man in tweeds entered.
"You want me, Mater?" he enquired; then, looking across at Malcolm Sage with a slightly troubled shadow in his eyes, he bowed.
"This is Mr. Sage from the insurance company," said. Lady Glanedale coldly. "He wishes to see you."
Again there was the slightly troubled look in young Glanedale"s eyes.
"Perhaps you will place Mr. Glanedale in the exact position in which the man was standing when you first saw him," said Malcolm Sage.
Without a word Lady Glanedale walked over to the spot she had indicated, young Glanedale following. When she had got him into the desired position she turned interrogatingly to Malcolm Sage.
"Now," he said, "will you be so kind as to lie on your bed in the same position in which you were when you awakened."
For a moment Lady Glanedale"s eyebrows indicated surprise. She used her eyebrows more than any other feature for the purpose of expressing emotion. Without comment, however, she lay down upon the bed on her right side, closed her eyes, then a moment later sat up and gazed in the direction where Glanedale stood looking awkward and self-conscious.
"Perhaps you will repeat every movement you made," said Malcolm Sage.
"Try to open the safe-door exactly as you did then, and leave it at the same angle. Every detail is important."
Lady Glanedale rose, picked up a wrapper that was lying over a chair-back, put it on and, walking over to the safe, turned the key that was in the lock, and opened it. Then, standing between the safe and Glanedale, she took out a jewel-case and closed the door.
Finally she walked over to where her stepson stood, and handed him the jewel-case.
"Thank you," said Malcolm Sage. "I wanted to see whether or not the man had the opportunity of seeing into the safe."
"I took care to stand in front of it," she said.
"So I observed. You allowed the quarter of an hour to elapse before you raised the alarm?"
"Certainly, I had promised," was the response.
"But a promise extorted by threats of violence is not binding," he suggested as he pulled meditatively at his right ear.
"It is with me," was the cold retort.
He inclined his head slightly.
"I notice that the ground beneath the windows has been roped off."
"The inspector thought it had better be done, as there were footprints."
"I will not trouble you further for the present, Lady Glanedale,"
said Malcolm Sage, moving towards the door. "I should like to spend a little time in the grounds. Later I may require to interrogate the servants."
Young Glanedale opened the door and his stepmother, followed by Malcolm Sage, pa.s.sed out. They descended the stairs together.
"Please don"t trouble to come out," said Malcolm Sage. "I shall probably be some little time," this as Lady Glanedale moved towards the hall-door. "By the way," he said, as she turned towards the morning-room where she had received him, "did you happen to notice if the man was wearing boots, or was he in stockinged feet?"
"I think he wore boots, she said, after a momentary pause.
"Thank you," and Malcolm Sage turned towards the door, which was held open by the butler.
Pa.s.sing down the steps and to the left, he walked round to the side of the house, where the s.p.a.ce immediately beneath Lady Glanedale"s windows had been roped off.
Stepping over the protecting rope, he examined the ground beneath the window through which the burglar had entered.
Running along the side of the house was a flowerbed some two feet six inches wide, and on its surface was clearly indicated a series of footprints. On the side of the painted water-pipe were scratches such as might have been made by someone climbing up to the window above.
Drawing a spring metal-rule from his pocket, he proceeded to take a series of measurements, which he jotted down in a notebook.
He next examined the water-pipe up which the man presumably had climbed, and presently pa.s.sed on to a similar pipe farther to the left. Every inch of ground he subjected to a careful and elaborate examination, lifting the lower branches of some evergreens and gazing beneath them.
Finally, closing his notebook with a snap, Malcolm Sage seated himself upon a garden-seat and, carefully filling and lighting his pipe, he became absorbed in the polished pinkness of the third fingernail of his left hand.
A quarter of an hour later he was joined by young Glanedale.
"Found anything?" he enquired.
"There are some footprints," said Malcolm Sage, looking at him keenly. "By the way, what did you do when you heard of the robbery?"
"I went to the Mater"s room."
"And after that?"
"I rushed downstairs and started looking about."
"You didn"t happen to come anywhere near this spot, or walk upon the mould there?" He nodded at the place he had just been examining.
"No; as a matter of fact, I avoided it. The Mater warned me to be careful."
Malcolm Sage nodded his head.