“I’ll show you,” she responded, and moved quickly to the bell button which she pushed violently. “Now, Mr. Denby,” she cried triumphantly. “This is my first shot! When the servants come, I shall take the necklace with me.”
She was disappointed to see no trace of alarm on his face. Instead, he answered her calmly enough.
“What a pity you did that—you’ll regret it so very soon.”
“Shall I?” she said satirically, and watched him go to the window. As he did so, a low whistle was heard coming from the lawn beneath. Then he took the necklace, wrapped it in the note he had written, and tossed it through the opening.
“I hardly think you’ll take it with you,” he observed suavely.
“I shall get it,” she returned. “I shall tell the Harringtons exactly what you are, and that you threw it on the lawn.”
“Wrong again, Miss Cartwright,” he said patiently. “If you’ll stand where I am, you will see the retreating figure of my friend Monty, who has it with him. Monty managed rather well, I think. His whistle announced the coast was clear.”
“But he can’t get away with those men out there,” she reminded him.
“Monty waited until they were gone,” he repeated. “For the moment, your friends of the secret service have left us.”
“Then I’ll tell Mr. Harrington about Monty, that he’s your accomplice.”