"Certainly," cried the other. "With the greatest pleasure. Come, Jane,—"
"Wait!" protested Jane. "I sha'n't move an inch until he promises to—to listen to reason. In the first place, this gentleman is a Mr. Trotter," she went on rapidly, addressing the head and shoulders behind the lantern. "You will get yourself into a jolly lot of trouble if you—"
"Thanks, Jane dear," interrupted her lover gently. "It's no use. He knows I am Eric Temple,—so we'll just have to make the best of it."
"He doesn't know anything of the kind," said she. "He noticed a resemblance, that's all."
Mr. Chambers beamed.
"Quite so, your ladyship. I noticed it at once. If I do say it myself, there isn't a man in the department who has anything on me when it comes to that sort of thing. The inspector has frequently mentioned—"
"By the way, Mr. Snooper, will you be kind enough to—"
"Chambers, your lordship," interrupted the detective.
"Kind enough to explain how you discovered that we were up here?"
"Well, you see we were having our coffee,—after a most excellent dinner, your lordship, prepared, I am bound to say, for your discussion by the estimable Mr. Bramble,—"
"Dinner? By George, you remind me that I am ravenously hungry. It must be quite late."
"Half-past eight, sir,—approximately. As I was saying, we were enjoying our coffee,—the three of us only,—"
