“How can I?” she asked despairingly.
“I’ll leave that to you,” he answered.
“But couldn’t you do it?” she pleaded. “Or one of your men? Why ask me?”
“It may be a bluff, some clever scheme to throw me off the track and I’m not going to risk a mix-up with the Harringtons or tip my hand till I’m absolutely sure. It don’t pay me to make big mistakes. You say Denby’s your friend, well, then, it’ll be easy to find out. If you discover that the necklace is in the tobacco-pouch, get him to go for a walk in the garden; say you want to look at the moon, say anything, so long as you get him into the garden where we’ll be on the lookout and grab him.”
“But he might go out there alone,” she suggested.
“If he does,” Taylor assured her, “we won’t touch him, but if he comes out there with you, we’ll know.”
“But if I can’t get him into the garden?” she urged. “Something may happen to prevent me!”
“If you’re sure he has it on him,” Taylor instructed her, “or if you make out where it is concealed, pull down one of these window-shades. My men and I can see these from the garden. When we get your signal we’ll come in and arrest him. Sure you understand?”
“I’m to pull down the window-shade,” she repeated.
“That’s it, but be careful, mind. Don’t bring him out in the garden, and don’t signal unless you are absolutely certain.”