understand, to cracksman’s etiquette. On the other hand, Sir Thomas,
candor compels me to add that I have you covered.”
There was a pipe in the pocket of his coat. He thrust the stem
earnestly against the lining. Sir Thomas eyed the protuberance
apprehensively, and turned a little pale. Jimmy was scowling
ferociously. Arthur Mifflin’s scowl in act three had been much
admired.
“My gun,” said Jimmy, “is, as you see, in my pocket. I always shoot
from the pocket, in spite of the tailor’s bills. The little fellow
is loaded and cocked. He’s pointing straight at your diamond
solitaire. That fatal spot! No one has ever been hit in the diamond
solitaire, and survived. My finger is on the trigger. So, I should
recommend you not to touch that bell you are looking at. There are
other reasons why you shouldn’t, but those I will go into
presently.”
Sir Thomas’s hand wavered.
“Do if you like, of course,” said Jimmy, agreeably. “It’s your own
house. But I shouldn’t. I am a dead shot at a yard and a half. You
wouldn’t believe the number of sitting haystacks I’ve picked off at
that distance. I just can’t miss. On second thoughts, I sha’n’t fire
to kill you. Let us be humane on this joyful occasion. I shall just
smash your knees. Painful, but not fatal.”
He waggled the pipe suggestively. Sir Thomas blenched. His hand fell
to his side.
“Great!” said Jimmy. “After all, why should you be in a hurry to
break up this very pleasant little meeting. I’m sure I’m not. Let us
chat. How are the theatricals going? Was the duologue a success?
Wait till you see our show. Three of us knew our lines at the dress-
rehearsal.”
Sir Thomas had backed away from the bell, but the retreat was merely
for the convenience of the moment. He understood that it might be
injudicious to press the button just then; but he had recovered his
composure by this time, and he saw that ultimately the game must be
his. His face resumed its normal hue. Automatically, his hands began
to move toward his coat-tails, his feet to spread themselves. Jimmy
noted with a smile these signs of restored complacency. He hoped ere
long to upset that complacency somewhat.
Sir Thomas addressed himself to making Jimmy’s position clear to
him.
“How, may I ask,” he said, “do you propose to leave the castle?”
“Won’t you let me have the automobile?” said Jimmy. “But I guess I
sha’n’t be leaving just yet.”
Sir Thomas laughed shortly.
“No,” he said–“no! I fancy not. I am with you there!”
“Great minds,” said Jimmy. “I shouldn’t be surprised if we thought
alike on all sorts of subjects. Just think how you came round to my
views on ringing bells. But what made you fancy that I intended to
leave the castle?”
“I should hardly have supposed that you would be anxious to stay.”
“On the contrary! It’s the one place I have been in, in the last two
years, that I have felt really satisfied with. Usually, I want to
move on after a week. But I could stop here forever.”
“I am afraid, Mr. Pitt–By the way, an alias, of course?”
Jimmy shook his head.
“I fear not,” he said. “If I had chosen an alias, it would have been
Tressilyan, or Trevelyan, or something. I call Pitt a poor thing in
names. I once knew a man called Ronald Cheylesmore. Lucky devil!”
Sir Thomas returned to the point on which he had been about to
touch.
“I am afraid, Mr. Pitt,” he said, “that you hardly realize your
position.”
“No?” said Jimmy, interested.
“I find you in the act of stealing my wife’s necklace–”
“Would there be any use in telling you that I was not stealing it,
but putting it back?”
Sir Thomas raised his eyebrows in silence.
“No?” said Jimmy. “I was afraid not. You were saying–?”
“I find you in the act of stealing my wife’s necklace,” proceeded
Sir Thomas, “and, because for the moment you succeed in postponing
arrest by threatening me with a revolver–”
An agitated look came into Jimmy’s face.
“Great Scott!” he cried. He felt hastily in his pocket.