"I—no——"
"A chocolate cake—tea—pepper—pepper——"
"Yes, I do," Miss Corcoran suddenly burst out. "There's someone coming—this way. He's—he's on a—it's Sir Henry."
In spite of the presence of the tiger and the diversion likely to be caused by the arrival of the baronet, Nare felt a trifle jealous. If the diversion were caused it would be to the baronet's credit, that was certain, and he sat over the trap, aimlessly untying the packet marked pepper, while he listened to the parley that Miss Corcoran began from the slit in the Mill wall.
A bicycle bell rung in a dignified manner announced the baronet's approach.
"Sir Henry!"
Nare could hear the brake applied before the baronet's thin, piping voice called back:—
"Who is there?"
"It's I—Judith Corcoran—and Mr. Nare. We're in the Mill—and——"
"Indeed!"