ful in all I said, for I knew we could be overheard. There's a small hole, high up in the wall.
"But on the Sunday afternoon a message was brought to the house. They were all very disturbed. Without their knowing, I listened. Word had come that he was to be killed. I needn't tell the next part, because you know it. I thought I'd have time to rush up and get the papers from their hiding-place, but I was caught. So I screamed out that he was escaping, and I said I wanted to go back to Marguerite. I shouted the name three times very loud. I knew the others would think I meant Mrs. Vandemeyer, but I hoped it might make Mr. Beresford think of the picture. He'd unhooked one the first day—that's what made me hesitate to trust him."
She paused.
"Then the papers," said Sir James slowly, "are still at the back of the picture in that room."
"Yes." The girl had sunk back on the sofa exhausted with the strain of the long story.
Sir James rose to his feet. He looked at his watch.
"Come," he said, "we must go at once."
"To-night?" queried Tuppence, surprised.
"To-morrow may be too late," said Sir James gravely. "Besides, by going to-night we have the chance of capturing that great man and super-criminal—Mr. Brown!"
There was dead silence, and Sir James continued:
You have been followed here—not a doubt of it. When we leave the house we shall be followed again, but not molested, for it is Mr. Brown's plan that we are to
