his wrist he prised open two flaps of wood, and folded them back against the side. Then he lifted out a parcel of gold and silver tissue from underneath.
"My hat!" muttered Hugh. "What a fool I was not to think of it! Just a false bottom actuated by closing the lid. And a similar parcel in the other cabinet."
But the American, whistling gently to himself, had his eyes fixed on the rope of wonderful pearls which Lakington was holding lovingly in his hands.
"So easy, you scum," continued Lakington, "and you thought to pit yourself against me. Though if it hadn't been for Irma"—he rose and stood in front of the chair where he had last left Drummond—"it might have been awkward. She was quick, Captain Drummond, and that fool of a chauffeur failed to carry out my orders, and create a diversion. You will see what happens to people who fail to carry out my orders in a minute. And after that you'll never see anything again."
"Say, he's a dream—that guy," muttered the American. "What pearls are those he's got?"
"The Duchess of Lampshire's," whispered Hugh. "Lifted right under the noses of the whole bally house party."
With a grunt the detective re-arranged his chewing-gum; then once more the four watchers on the roof glued their eyes to the glass. And the sight they saw a moment or two afterwards stirred even the phlegmatic Mr. Green.
A heavy door was swinging slowly open, apparently of its own volition, though Hugh, stealing a quick
