The door of the boudoir was open, and when they saw us Mr.Corbeck came running in, followed more slowly by the Detective.

There was a sort of chastened joy in his face and manner as he said impulsively: "Rejoice with me, my dear Miss Trelawny, my luggage has come and all my things are intact!" Then his face fell as he added, "Except the lamps.
The lamps that were worth all the rest a thousand times...." He stopped, struck by the strange pallor of her face.

Then his eyes, following her look and mine, lit on the cluster of lamps in the drawer.
He gave a sort of cry of surprise and joy as he bent over and touched them: "My lamps! My lamps! Then they are safe--safe--safe! ...

But how, in the name of God--of all the Gods--did they come here ?" We all stood silent.

The Detective made a deep sound of in-taking breath.