“I know it by heart, old man,” he asserted. “You can’t puzzle me with any of your parlour games.”
“Got it well into your mind? All right. Miss Cressage will now blindfold you.”
The girl, still more puzzled by this procedure, put the scarf over Douglas’s eyes and fastened it in position.
“Blind as a bat, Douglas?” demanded Westenhanger. His tone changed. “I’m serious. You can’t see anything?”
“Not a thing.”
“Right.”
Westenhanger took out his pen-knife and opened it silently. He drew Eileen’s attention to it with a glance.
“Oh, half a jiff,” he exclaimed, as if he suddenly remembered something. “One of the cabinet doors is open. I’ll shut it.” He shut his pen-knife with a click; but to Eileen’s surprise he made no attempt to close the open door of the cabinet.
“Now, Douglas, this way. I’ll lead you.”
Again he gave the same series of orders as he had given to her. She saw Douglas put out his right hand, grope for the handle of the right-hand door, open it, and then inserting his arm into the case, reach to the left towards the place where the Talisman used to lie.