"Of course you saw," she insisted.

"Saw? No. Saw what?"

"Why.... Perhaps I am mistaken, but I thought you knew and trusted to your
likeness to Mr. Maitland...."

Anisty frowned, collecting himself, bewildered. "What are you driving at,
anyhow?" he demanded roughly.

"Didn't you see the detectives? I should have thought your man would have
warned you. I noticed four loitering round the entrance, as I came in, and
feared...."

"Why didn't you tell me, then?"

"I have just told you the reason. I supposed you were in your disguise...."

"That's so." The alarmed expression gradually faded, though he remained
troubled. "I sure am Maitland to the life," he continued with satisfaction.
"Even the head-waiter----"

"And of course," she insinuated delicately, "you have disposed of the
loot?"

He shook his head gloomily. "No time, as yet."

Her dismay was evident. "You don't mean to say----?"

"In my pocket."