It was a quarter past six when she came out into the garden, on her way to the station, and found the detective sunning himself, after the chill of his night-watch, on the garden fence at a point from which he had under observation both the path to the front door and that to the back.

He had a rather heavy face, but he showed a proper sense of her rank and position, for he rose and raised his hat nearly three inches, respectfully.
A woman of the world, the duchess knew the advantage of his having a tale to think upon, for she said with a nice show of indignation: "I'm going straight to my solicitor in town to take the final steps to have this persecution stopped! I'm going to have you removed by the police.

You enter this house and touch my little girl at your own risk! I've warned you." "Yes, your Grace.

Quite so, your Grace.

It'll be all right, your Grace," said the detective, sleepily vague, but anxious to propitiate.
The duchess walked briskly down to the station..