They were interrupted and startled by the report of two pistol-shots in the grounds. Presently a footman rushed in with the information that they had caught a man who had jumped out of one of the windows, and he had fired upon them.
‘I see the whole thing,’ exclaimed the Major excitedly. ‘It was the thief who was in here when I knocked; and whilst you, sir, you, have been insulting me and making a fool of yourself—if you are a detective—you have given him the opportunity to ransack the house!’
Mr Kidman looked puzzled, but he acted promptly. He removed the handcuffs, saying humbly: ‘I beg pardon, sir; but mistakes will happen. I must catch that man—he is a desperate card, and uses his revolver freely.’ He darted out to the terrace and disappeared.
The Squire and Maynard immediately followed. John Elliott was too timid, and the Major too indignant at the treatment to which he had been subjected, to take any part in the pursuit. After pulling himself and his ruffled garments together, he addressed his hostess, Mrs Joseph: ‘I presume, madam, I may now retire?’
The lady bowed a little awkwardly, feeling some compunction for his sufferings. She hoped that a good night’s rest would enable him to laugh at this painful incident, if not to forget it.
‘An affair of this sort does not readily become a subject of mirth to the victim. But thanks for your kind wishes.’
He was about to retire, when Squire Elliott and Maynard returned.
‘It’s all right, Major. They have got the scoundrel fast bound, and he has hurt no one but himself. There are my notes and gold, which we have just taken from his pocket.’
‘How did it all happen?’ was the eager exclamation of the ladies.
‘I offer you my cordial congratulations,’ added the Major drily.