“No one has been here.”
“Why, goodness me, no. Haven’t I told you so already?”
“You’re quite sure of that?”
“Quite sure.”
The policemen glanced round the apartment, looked under the bed, in the cupboard, and, in short, everywhere they could think of.
“Strange!” ejaculated policeman No. 1.
“Most remarkable,” returned No. 2. “Where can he be hiding?”
“Can’t possibly tell.” Then, turning to the girl, he said, “Hark ye, young woman, a burglary has been committed in the adjoining warehouse; the robber has escaped, and we have reasons for believing that he has sought shelter in this house.”
“A burglary!” exclaimed the girl, giving utterance to a loud scream. “What have I done that I should be treated thus?” Having said this she burst into tears.
The door of the bedroom was opened, and a tall gentleman, with a thick grey moustache, appeared with a drawn sword in his hand. He had hastily huddled on his clothes, and was swathed in a long dressing-gown.