"I--we saw you come in--and you looked like--like a--" "You've said that already!" said the man, "Never mind my criminal looks, young man!" "No, sir, we don't--I mean I was mistaken, sir! But, you see, it looked so--so queer, you coming in like that--" "Queer! What was queer about it!" demanded Mr.Drummond irascibly, "No one but a parcel of young idiots would think it queer!" He took an envelope from his pocket, tossed it into the safe, closed door and panel and faced them again.

"Who are you, anyway?
I don't remember you." "Er--my name--my name--" stammered Perry, "my name--" "Well, well! Don't you know your name?
Who invited you here ?" "Yes, sir, oh, yes, sir! It's Bush.

We--you see, we were on the porch there, and we wanted to get back to the--the front of the house--" "Who invited you here, tonight?
Who--" The host's expression changed from indignation to suspicion.

"Huh!" he ejaculated.

"Robber, eh! Well, what were you doing in this room?
Seems to me--hm! We'll look into this, I think!" He stepped back and touched a button in the wall.