I can't affirm that he was on the watch for his brother officer's speedy appearance in the character of an Ass--I can only say that I strongly suspected it.
I led the way up-stairs.

The Sergeant went softly all over the Indian cabinet and all round the "boudoir;" asking questions (occasionally only of Mr.Superintendent, and continually of me), the drift of which I believe to have been equally unintelligible to both of us.

In due time, his course brought him to the door, and put him face to face with the decorative painting that you know of.

He laid one lean inquiring finger on the small smear, just under the lock, which Superintendent Seegrave had already noticed, when he reproved the women-servants for all crowding together into the room.
"That's a pity," says Sergeant Cuff.

"How did it happen ?" He put the question to me.