stairs, and she heard him open a door above; she knew it was that of Mr.
Saffron's bedroom, where she had visited the old man. She waited, now
with a sudden sense of suspense. It was very quiet in the cottage.

Beaumaroy was down again in a minute.

"It is as I feared," he said quietly. "He has got up again, and gone into
the Tower. Shall I try and get him out, or will you--"

"I will go in with you, of course, Mr. Beaumaroy."

His old mirthful, yet rueful, smile came on his lips--just for a moment.
Then he was grave and formal again. "This way, then, if you please, Dr.
Arkroyd," he said deferentially.




CHAPTER XI

THE CAR BEHIND THE TREES


Mr. Percy Bennett, that gentlemanly stranger, was an enemy to delay; both
constitutionally and owing to experience, averse from dallying with
fortune; to him a bird in his hand was worth a whole aviary on his
neighbor's unrifled premises. He thought that Beaumaroy might levant with
the treasure; at any moment that unwelcome, though not unfamiliar, tap on
the shoulder, with the words (gratifying under quite other circumstances
and from quite different lips) "I want you," might incapacitate him from