At the end of a dozen minutes, however, it was faintly disturbed by the sound of slippered feet coming along the passage outside the consulting-room, then a key slipped into the lock, the door was opened, the light switched on, and Sir Horace and Miss Lorne appeared before the eager watchers.
"Now, then, lively, my men--look sharp!" whispered Narkom.

"A man to each window and each staircase, so that nobody may go up or down or in or out without dropping into the arms of one of you.

Confine your attention to this particular floor, and if you hear anybody coming, lay low until he's within reach, and you can drop on him before he bolts.

Is this the door of the picture-gallery, Sir Horace ?" "Yes," answered Sir Horace, as he fitted a key to the lock.

"But surely you will need more men than you have brought, Mr.Narkom, if it is your intention to guard every window individually, for there are four to this room--see!" With that he swung open the door, switched on the electric light, and Narkom fairly blinked at the dazzling sight that confronted him.