The cat had stopped in his progress toward the stairs, and now stared round-eyed at the music-room doorway, his absurd little nostrils sniffing the air.

Then, deliberately, Simon Cameron walked to the doorway and sat down there, his huge furry tail curled around round him, staring with idiotic intentness at the player.
Gavin noted the cat's odd behavior.

Simon Cameron was far too familiar with Hade's presence in the house to give Rodney a second glance.

Indeed, he had only jumped up into Claire's lap, because the fascinatingly new Secret Service men at the front door smelt strongly of tobacco,--the smell a Persian cat hates above all others.

But now, he was gazing in delighted interest at the violinist.
At the sight, a wild conjecture flashed into Gavin's brain.
With a sharp order to the Jap, he sprang up and rushed into the music room.
Leaning against the piano, playing the rebellious violin, was--Roke! Rodney Hade had vanished.
The windows were still shuttered.