"But why did you cut us off from the telephone?" enquired Mr.
Llewellyn John.
"The accomplice might have got through, and I could afford to take no risks."
"Well, you have done splendidly, Sage," said Mr. Llewellyn John heartily, "and we are all greatly obliged. By the way, there's another little problem awaiting you. Someone broke into the garage last night and wrecked all the cars and bicycles——"
"Except two," said Malcolm Sage.
"Then you've heard." Mr. Llewellyn John looked at him in surprise.
"The man who did it is in my car outside with Cressit."
"You've got him as well?" cried Mr. Llewellyn John excitedly. "Sage, you're a miracle of sagacity," he added, again mentally noting the phrase.
"The missing pencils, floats, and pedals you will find on the left-hand side of the drive about half way down, under a laurel bush," said Malcolm Sage quietly.
"And who is this fellow who did this scandalous thing?" demanded Sir
Lyster.
"My chauffeur."