He felt sure that the Marquess had not seen him in that brief moment, when the old man stood in the doorway; if he had done so, he would certainly have spoken Heyton's name; there was nothing to show that the blow had been dealt by Heyton; with the selfishness of the baser kind of criminal, he had refrained from examining the motionless figure, lest he should be stained by the blood which flowed from the wound.

No; the robbery would be laid to the charge of the ordinary burglar.
Then suddenly his mind switched off with a jolt; he had forgotten that the most damning proof of his guilt was in the cabinet opposite the bed, where he had thrust it.

At that very moment he was actually in possession of the stolen goods; a minute search would be made, even his own room would not be exempt.

He must hide the jewel-case somewhere.

But where?
Then he remembered having dropped the keys, and he hunted for them; but he could not find them.