Malcolm Sage nodded his head.
"Did the butler join you in your search?" he enquired.
"About five minutes later he did. He had to go back and put on some things; he was rather sketchy when he turned up in the Mater's room." Glanedale grinned at the recollection.
"And you?" Malcolm Sage flashed on him that steel grey look of interrogation. For a moment the young man seemed embarrassed, and he hesitated before replying.
"As a matter of fact, I hadn't turned in," he said at length.
"I see," said Malcolm Sage, and there was something in his tone that caused Glanedale to look at him quickly.
"It was such a rippin' night that I sat at my bedroom window smoking," he explained a little nervously.
"Which is your bedroom window?"
Glanedale nodded in the direction of the farther end of the house.
"That's the governor's dressing-room," he said, indicating the window on the left of that through which the burglar had escaped, "and the next is mine."