Come on; we may be just in time.

The scoundrels may not yet have got away." He ran quickly up the stairs, followed by the inspector, and hurried along the corridor to the door of the big drawing-room.

He threw it open, and stopped dead on the threshold.

He had arrived too late.
The room was in disorder.

Chairs were overturned, there were empty spaces on the wall where the finest pictures of the millionaire had been hung.