"The police have already been?" he enquired, as he examined with great intentness a rose he had taken from a bowl beside him.
"Yes, they came shortly after we telephoned. They gave instructions that nothing was to be touched in the room, and no one was to go near the ground beneath the windows."
Malcolm Sage nodded approvingly, and returned the rose to the bowl.
"And now," he said, "I think I should like to see the room. By the way, I take it that you keep your safe locked?"
"Always," said Lady Glanedale.
"Where do you keep the key?"
"In the bottom right-hand drawer of my dressing-table, under a pile of handkerchiefs."
"As soon as you can I should like to see a list of the jewels," said
Malcolm Sage, as he followed Lady Glanedale towards the door.
"My maid is copying it out now," she replied, and led the way up the staircase, along a heavily-carpeted corridor, at the end of which she threw open a door giving access to a bedroom.
Malcolm Sage entered and gave a swift look about him, seeming to note and catalogue every detail. It was a large room, with two windows looking out on to a lawn. On the right was a door, which, Lady Glanedale explained, led to Sir Roger's dressing-room.