The watchman exclaimed savagely:

"He's fooling you." He gasped. "I didn't mor' nor slap him.
Did you throw water on him?"

"I drowned him!" returned the other. "He never winked. I
tell You we gotta walk, and damn quick!"

"Walk!" The watchman cursed him foully. "How far could we
walk? I'LL bring him to," he swore. "He's scared of us,
and he's shamming." He gave a sudden start of alarm. "That's
it, he's shamming. You fool! You shouldn't have left him."

There was the swift patter of retreating footsteps, and then a
sudden halt, and they heard the watchman command: "Go back,
and keep the other two till I come."

The next instant from the outside the door was softly closed
upon them.

It had no more than shut when to the surprise of Miss Forbes
the young man, with a delighted and vindictive chuckle, sprang
to the desk and began to drum upon it with his fingers. It
were as though he were practising upon a typewriter.

"He missed THESE," he muttered jubilantly. The girl leaned
forward. Beneath his fingers she saw, flush with the table, a
roll of little ivory buttons. She read the words "Stables,"
"Servants' hall." She raised a pair of very beautiful and
very bewildered eyes.