She was about to ride on round the house, thinking that the keeper would, as befitted his station, enter it by the back door, when she saw Wiggins' bicycle standing against one of the pillars of the great porch.

In a natural elation at having captured a poacher, and eager to display his prize without delay, the keeper had gone straight into the great hall.
Erebus dismounted and stood considering for perhaps half a minute; then she moved Wiggins' bicycle so that it was right to his hand if he came out, set her own bicycle against another of the pillars, but out of sight lest he should take it by mistake, walked up the steps, hammered the knocker firmly, and rang the bell.

The moment the door opened she stepped quickly past the footman into the hall.

The keeper sat on a chair facing her, and on a chair beside him sat Wiggins looking white and woebegone.
Erebus gazed at them with angry sparkling eyes, then she said sharply: "What are you doing with my little brother ?" She adopted Wiggins with this suddenness in order to strengthen her position.
The keeper opened his eyes in some surprise at her uncompromising tone, but he said triumphantly: "I caught 'im poachin'-- " "Stand up! What do you mean by speaking to me sitting down ?" cried Erebus in her most imperative tone.
The keeper stood up with uncommon quickness and a sudden sheepish air: "'E was poachin'," he said sulkily.
"He was not! A little boy like that!" cried Erebus scornfully.
"Anyways, 'e was aidin' an' abettin', an' I've brought 'im to Mr.
D'Arcy Rosynimer an' it's for 'im to say," said the keeper stubbornly.
There came a faint click from the beautiful lips of Erebus, the gentle click by which the Twins called each other to attention.

At the sound Wiggins, his face faintly flushed with hope, braced himself.