testing cry. The young man burst forth indignantly:

"You will NOT!" he cried. "Don't be an idiot! You talk like a
Tenderloin cop. Do we look like second-story workers?"

"I found you prowling around Mr. Carey's grounds at two in the
morning," said the watchman sharply, "with a gun in your hand. My job
is to protect this place, and I am going to take you both to Mr. Carey."

Until this moment the young man could see nothing save the shaft of
light and the tiny glowing bulb at its base; now into the light there
protruded a black revolver.

"Keep your hands up, and walk ahead of me to the house," commanded the
watchman. "The woman will go in front."

The young man did not move. Under his breath he muttered impotently,
and bit at his lower lip.

"See here," he said, "I'll go with you, but you shan't take this lady
in front of that madman. Let her go to her car. It's only a hundred
yards from here; you know perfectly well she----"

"I know where your car is, all right," said the watchman steadily, "and
I'm not going to let you get away in it till Mr. Carey's seen you."
The revolver motioned forward. Miss Forbes stepped in front of it and
appealed eagerly to the young man.

"Do what he says," she urged. "It's only his duty. Please! Indeed, I
don't mind." She turned to the watchman. "Which way do you want us to
go?" she asked.

"Keep in the light," he ordered.

The light showed the broad steps leading to the front entrance of the
house, and in its shaft they climbed them, pushed open the unlocked
door, and stood in a small hallway. It led into a greater hall beyond.
By the electric lights still burning they noted that the interior of
the house was as rich and well cared for as the outside was miserable.
With a gesture for silence the watchman motioned them into a small room
on the right of the hallway. It had the look of an office, and was
apparently the place in which were conducted the affairs of the estate.

In an open grate was a dying fire; in front of it a flat desk covered
with papers and japanned tin boxes.

"You stay here till I fetch Mr. Carey, and the servants," commanded the
watchman. "Don't try to get out, and," he added menacingly, "don't
make no noise." With his revolver he pointed at the two windows. They
were heavily barred. "Those bars keep Mr. Carey in," he said, "and I
guess they can keep you in, too. The other watchman," he added, "will
be just outside this door." But