He went in and put them all and severally through a rigid examination--pulling their hair and beards, rubbing their faces with a clean handkerchief in quest of any trace of "make-up" or disguise of any sort, examining their badges and the marks on the handcuffs they carried with them to make sure that they bore the sign which he himself had scratched upon them in the privacy of his own room a couple of hours ago.
"No mistake about this lot," he announced, with a smile.

"Has anybody else entered or attempted to enter the house ?" "Not a soul," replied Miss Lorne.

"I didn't trust anybody to do the watching, Mr.Narkom--I watched myself." "Good.

Where are the jewels?
In that safe ?" "No," replied Sir Horace.

"They are to be exhibited in the picture-gallery for the benefit of the guests at the wedding breakfast to-morrow, and as Miss Wyvern wished to superintend the arrangement of them herself, and there would be no time for that in the morning, she and her sister are in there laying them out at this moment.