"What has happened to my cousin?" asked Sir Herbert.

Mr. Wyatt seemed embarrassed by the question.

"The fact is, Sir Herbert," he began hesitatingly, "Mr. Saunderson didn't
want much said about that. His great wish is that I should be given
certain necessary data regarding the catalogue, but to tell you the
truth--"

Mr. Wyatt stopped. There was a note of anxiety in his pleasant,
cultivated voice.

Sir Herbert Saunderson and Miss Milsome exchanged glances.

"Pray don't hesitate to tell me if anything is wrong with my cousin,
Mr.--er--"

"Wyatt," added Miss Milsome softly.

"I'm afraid he's rather bad."

The little man looked at Miss Milsome as he spoke. Her expression was
sympathetic, and he continued--

"You know, I believe, that he has been a special constable?"

Sir Herbert Saunderson nodded.

"As sergeant, he had charge of the arrangements for reducing the lighting