"Did you hear what we were talking about?"
"Ye--es, sir."
"What did you hear?"
"I--I don't know."
"That won't do. Out with it! What did you hear?"
The revolver was brought on a level with Bertie's face. With his eyes apparently doing their best to investigate the contents of the barrel he endeavoured to describe what he had heard.
"I--I heard about the Countess of Ferndale's jewels, and--and about fifty thousand pounds."
"Oh! you did, did you? And what did you hear about the Countess of Ferndale's jewels?"
"I heard that you had--stolen them."
"Is that so? You seem to be gifted with uncommonly good hearing, Master Bailey. What else did you hear? Go on."