turned on the lights again as Billy re-entered with three candles
and a box of matches.

He put them down on a side table.

"New gardener come," he said briefly to Miss Cornelia's back.

Miss Cornelia turned. "Nice hour for him to get here. What's his
name?"

"Say his name Brook," said Billy, a little doubtful. English names
still bothered him--he was never quite sure of them at first.

Miss Cornelia thought. "Ask him to come in," she said. "And Billy
--where are the keys?"

Billy silently took two keys from his pocket and laid them on the
table. Then he pointed to the terrace door which Miss Cornelia had
just bolted.

"Door up there--spring lock," he said.

"Yes." She nodded. "And the new bolt you put on today makes it
fairly secure. One thing is fairly sure, Billy. If anyone tries
to get in tonight, he will have to break a window and make a certain
amount of noise."

But he only smiled his curious enigmatic smile and went out. And
no sooner had Miss Cornelia seated herself when the door of the
billiard room slammed open suddenly and Lizzie burst into the room