"Don't you think you had better tell us exactly what it was you saw," said Malcolm Sage, raising a pair of gold-rimmed eyes that mercilessly beat down the uneasy gaze of the young man.
"I—I didn't say I saw anything."
"It is for you to decide, Mr. Glanedale," said Malcolm Sage, with an almost imperceptible shrug of his shoulders, "whether it is better to tell your story now, or under cross-examination in the witness-box. There you will be under oath, and the proceedings will be public."
At that moment Lady Glanedale entered, and the three men rose.
"I am sorry to interrupt you," she said coldly, "but Sir Roger has just telephoned and wishes to speak to Mr. Glanedale."
"I fear we shall have to keep Sir Roger waiting," said Malcolm Sage, walking over to the door and closing it.
Lady Glanedale looked at him in surprise.
"I do not understand," she began.
"You will immediately," said Malcolm Sage quietly. "We were just discussing the robbery." He slightly stressed the word "robbery."
"Really——" began Lady Glanedale.