"Oh, a minute," said Meg, "just a minute; then I didn't feel sleepy, and opened my eyes wide--quite wide--as wide as this," lifting up her face in confirmation, "and Mr. Keith, he was getting out of the window."
"How do you know it was Mr. Keith?" asked Eugénie quickly,
"'Cause he put me in bed," said Meg wisely, "and he was there all the time."
"He didn't speak to you when he was near the window?"
"No; he got out, and tumbled. I laughed when he tumbled," finished Meg triumphantly; "then I sleeped again, right off."
Eugénie put the girl down off her knee, and turned to Kitty.
"I believe Keith did put the child to bed," she said quietly, "but I think she must have slept for some time, and that the man she saw getting out of the window was some one else; of course, being awakened by the noise, she would only think she had slept a minute."
"A minute, a minute," repeated Meg, who had climbed back on to the bed, and was jumping the doll up and down.
"But who could the second man have been?" asked Kitty, perplexed.
"You know Naball's theory that the man who stole the diamonds committed the murder," said Eugénie. "You think Malton is guilty of the murder, why not of the robbery also? He was present at the supper-party, and knew where the jewels were kept."