"And why not?"

"Well, you see, when I heard the noise last night, and all the place
grew light as it did, I was just starting to run for dear life, till
it struck me that if the folks meant to go searching for me they
wouldn't begin by lighting the picture-gallery from end to end.
So I drew close under shadow of the wall and waited, ready to run at
any moment. But after a while, finding that nothing happened, I grew
curious and crept up after you and looked in through the window, very
cautious. A nice fix you seemed to be in; but old Jenkins was there.
And while Jenkins was there--"

"Well?"

"Well, I should have thought you might have guessed. The bolt of his
bedroom window wasn't hard to force, nor the lock of the small room.
Being single-handed, I had to pick and choose what to carry off.
But if you'll look under the bracken yonder you'll own I know my way
among silver-ware."

I looked at him for a moment, and then lay gently back on the turf
and laughed till I was tired of laughing.