CHAPTER VI.
POLLYOOLY PLAYS HER FAVOURITE PART At half-past eight Eglantine, already bubbling, in spite of the earliness of the hour, with excited animation, awoke Pollyooly and pulled up the blind of the bedroom window.
Then she cried: "'E ees 'ere! Queek! Queek! Coom to ze window! Let 'im see you!" Pollyooly jumped out of bed and ran to the window.

The detective stood on the lawn regarding the house gloomily.

At the sight of her face he beamed sleepily.
Eglantine laughed and cried: "Good! Now 'e zinks you are 'ere! But you must eat your breakfast queek, and be ready to run fast into ze wood when ze lawyer coom!" Pollyooly bathed and dressed quickly, putting on a dark frock that she might be less visible in the thickets.

Then she came briskly down-stairs and made an excellent breakfast.
She was just finishing it when Eglantine, on the watch at the window, cried: "'Ere is ze lawyer! You must fly! Oh, but queek!" Pollyooly seized a cap and the packet of sandwiches which lay ready to hand, and as she put on the cap she saw the lawyer, a middle-aged, but stout gentleman, conferring with the detective and smiling triumphantly and rubbing his hands at the news of her presence in the house.

She smiled too--a smile of pleasant anticipation.