"Then my stealing that glass eye of hers?"
"No, sir. But your being locked up in the dark with the corpse."
"She wasn't a corpse when I entered, Mr. Giles. Her moans attracted me into the room. While I was seeing by match-light what was the matter, someone locked the door, and bolted with my motor."
"The lady I saw, sir."
"No doubt, since I did not bring a lady with me."
"I wonder if she got the eye," muttered Giles half to himself.
"She must have got something that wasn't hers, else she would not have made use of my car to escape."
"Then she must have taken the eye," Giles muttered again.
"What the deuce are you talking about? Why should she steal a glass eye?"
"That's what I'd like to know, sir. It's an odd thing to steal. And I never knew that Mrs. Caldershaw's left eye was a glass one, though she told Mrs. Faith about it. Well, it's gone----"