"These are burglars," said the owner of the car. "We happened
to be passing in my automobile, and----"

The young man was no longer listening. With an alert,
professional manner he had stooped over the big burglar. With
his thumb he pushed back the man's eyelids, and ran his
fingers over his throat and chin. He felt carefully of the
point of the chin, and glanced up.

"You've broken the bone," he said.

"I just swung on him," said the young man. He turned his
eyes, and suggested the presence of the girl.

At the same moment the man in the kimono cried nervously:
"Ladies present, ladies present. Go put your clothes on,
everybody; put your clothes on."

For orders the men in the doorway looked to the young man with
the stern face.

He scowled at the figure in the kimono.

"You will please go to your room, sir," he said. He stood up,
and bowed to Miss Forbes. "I beg your pardon," he asked, "you
must want to get out of this. Will you please go into the
library?"

He turned to the robust youths in the door, and pointed at the
second burglar.