Without a word Lady Glanedale walked over to the spot she had indicated, young Glanedale following. When she had got him into the desired position she turned interrogatingly to Malcolm Sage.
"Now," he said, "will you be so kind as to lie on your bed in the same position in which you were when you awakened."
For a moment Lady Glanedale's eyebrows indicated surprise. She used her eyebrows more than any other feature for the purpose of expressing emotion. Without comment, however, she lay down upon the bed on her right side, closed her eyes, then a moment later sat up and gazed in the direction where Glanedale stood looking awkward and self-conscious.
"Perhaps you will repeat every movement you made," said Malcolm Sage. "Try to open the safe-door exactly as you did then, and leave it at the same angle. Every detail is important."
Lady Glanedale rose, picked up a wrapper that was lying over a chair-back, put it on and, walking over to the safe, turned the key that was in the lock, and opened it. Then, standing between the safe and Glanedale, she took out a jewel-case and closed the door. Finally she walked over to where her stepson stood, and handed him the jewel-case.
"Thank you," said Malcolm Sage. "I wanted to see whether or not the man had the opportunity of seeing into the safe."
"I took care to stand in front of it," she said.
"So I observed. You allowed the quarter of an hour to elapse before you raised the alarm?"
"Certainly, I had promised," was the response.
"But a promise extorted by threats of violence is not binding," he suggested as he pulled meditatively at his right ear.
"I notice that the ground beneath the windows has been roped off."
"The inspector thought it had better be done, as there were footprints."
"I will not trouble you further for the present, Lady Glanedale," said Malcolm Sage, moving towards the door. "I should like to spend a little time in the grounds. Later I may require to interrogate the servants."
Young Glanedale opened the door and his stepmother, followed by Malcolm Sage, passed out. They descended the stairs together.
"Please don't trouble to come out," said Malcolm Sage. "I shall probably be some little time," this as Lady Glanedale moved towards the hall-door. "By the way," he said, as she turned towards the morning-room where she had received him, "did you happen to notice if the man was wearing boots, or was he in stockinged feet?"