A loud ring at the bell was now given by somebody outside, and upon the mistress of the house opening the gate a policeman presented himself.
“Ah!” exclaimed Lady Marvlynn, “you have come.”
“Yes, my lady. There has been an attempted robbery—a burglary in your house, I understand?”
“Ahem, yes. A very unfortunate affair indeed.”
“Where is the prisoner?” was the next question.
“He was confined in the stable, but has escaped.”
“Escaped!” cried the constable. “How long since?”
“Oh, some little time back, but come in.”
The policeman entered, and glanced in every direction as he did so.
“How did he contrive to make his escape, and which road has he taken I wonder; but we’ll soon hunt him down.”