With a wonderful feeling of light-heartedness, Jimmy turned once more to the jewel box. He picked up the lamp and switched off the electric light. He had dropped the necklace to the floor, and had knelt to recover it when the opening of the door, followed by a blaze of light and a startled , brought him to his feet with a bound, blinking but alert.  
In the stood Sir Thomas Blunt. His face expressed the most lively . His eyes were upon the pearls in Jimmy's hand.
 
"Good evening," said Jimmy pleasantly.
 
Sir Thomas . It is a experience to find the floor of one's room occupied by a burglar.
 
"What—what—what—" said Sir Thomas.
 
"Out with it," said Jimmy.
 
"What——"
 
"I knew a man once who stammered," said Jimmy. "He used to chew dog biscuit while he was speaking. It cured him. Besides being ."
 
"You—you blackguard!" said Sir Thomas.
 
Jimmy placed the pearls carefully on the dressing table. Then he turned to Sir Thomas, with his hands in the pockets of his coat. It was a tight corner, but he had been in tighter in his time, and in this instance he fancied that he held a winning card. He found himself enjoying the interview.
 
"So—so it's you, is it?" said Sir Thomas.
 
"Who told you?"
 
"So you're a thief," went on the baronet viciously, "a low thief."
 
"Dash it all—I say, come now," protested Jimmy. "Not low. You may not know me, over here, but I've got a big American reputation. Ask anybody. But——
 
"And, I say," added Jimmy, "I know you don't mean to be offensive, but I wish you wouldn't call me a thief. I'm a cracksman. There's a world of difference between the two branches of the profession. I mean, well, suppose you were an actor-manager, you wouldn't like to be called a super, would you? I mean—well, you see don't you? An ordinary thief, for instance, would use violence in a case like this. Violence—except in extreme cases; I hope this won't be one of them—is contrary to cracksmen's . On the other hand, Sir Thomas, I should like to say that I have you covered."
 
There was a pipe in the pocket of his coat. He thrust the stem of this earnestly against the . Sir Thomas eyed the protuberance , and turned a little pale.
 
"My gun, as you see, is in my pocket. It is loaded and cocked. It is pointing straight at you at the present moment, and my finger is on the trigger. I may add that I am a dead shot at a yard and a half. So I should recommend you not to touch that bell you are looking at."
 
Sir Thomas' hand wavered.
 
"Do, if you like, of course," said Jimmy agreeably. "In any case, I shan't fire to kill you. I shall just smash your knees. Beastly painful, but not fatal."
 
He waggled the pipe suggestively. Sir Thomas . His hand fell to his side.
 
"How are the going?" asked Jimmy. "Did you like the ?"
 
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 to press the button just then; but he had recovered his composure by this time, and he saw that the game must be his. Jimmy was trapped, and he hastened to make this clear to him.
 
"How, may I ask," he said, "do you propose to leave the abbey?"
 
"I suppose they'll let me have the automobile," said Jimmy. "They can hardly ask me to walk. But I wasn't thinking of leaving just yet."
 
"You mean to stop!"
 
"Why not? It's a pretty place."
 
"And what steps, if I may ask, do you imagine I shall take?"
 
"Waltz steps. They're going to have a dance after the show, you know.
You ought to be in that."
"You wish me, in fact, to become a silent ? To refrain from mentioning this little matter?"
 
"You put things so well."
 
"And do you propose to keep my wife's jewels, or may I have them?"
 
"Oh, you may have those," said Jimmy.
 
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