"Not very. The servants were still about, and Essenden was able to let off a yell which fetched them around in a bunch. The man got away. It seems that Essenden found him in his bedroom when he went upstairs about eleven o'clock. He tried to tackle the man, and got the worst of the fight. The burglar was using a cosh."
"And who did the good work?"
"Probably your friend Slinky. I've put a warrant out for him, anyway."
"Then take it back," said the Saint. "Slinky never used a cosh in his life. Besides, I happen to know that he didn't do it."
"I suppose he told you so?"
"He didn't — that's why I believe him. Have you had the report from Records on the general features of the show?"
"I've given them the details. The report should be through any minute now."
The report, as a matter of fact, was brought up a few minutes later. The Saint ran through the list of names submitted as possible authors of the crime, and selected one without much hesitation.
"Harry Donnell's the man."
"At Essenden's?" interjected Cullis skeptically, "Harry Donnell works the Midlands. Besides, his gang don't go in for ordinary burglary."