Here he glanced sternly at Lily.
'I shook it to start it, sir, to see if it would go,' Lily admitted.
'I reckon you turned out Hawke's man, sir?' Albert queried.
'It amounted to that,' said Hugo. 'But these phonograph records—what are they?'
'I don't know what they are,' said Albert, descending from the bed, 'but I know that Mr. Ravengar wanted them very badly. It seems Mr. Tudor was a great hand at phonographs and gramophones. Like me, sir.'
'Yes, sir; we've got a beauty. My uncle gave it us,' Lily put in. 'Oh, Alb! your arm's all burst out again.'
The bandage was, in fact, slightly discoloured.
'Oh, that's nothing, my dear,' said Albert.
He pushed up a pile of discs from in front of the safe, and displayed them to Hugo.
'Can we try them here?' Hugo demanded, in a voice suddenly and profoundly eager.