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sir, I thought I heard a noise," said Mike. Mr. Wain continued to stare. "What are you doing here?" said he at last. "Thought I heard a noise, please, sir." "A noise?" "Please, sir, a row." "You thought you heard----!" The thing seemed to be worrying Mr. Wain. "So I came down, sir," said Mike. The house-master's giant brain still appeared to be somewhat clouded. He looked about him, and, catching sight of the gramophone, drew inspiration from it. "Did you turn on the gramophone?" he asked. "_Me_, sir!" said Mike, with the air of a bishop accused of contributing to the _Police News_. "Of course not, of course not," said Mr. Wain hurriedly. "Of course not. I don't know why I asked. All this is very unsettling. What are you doing here?" "Thought I heard a noise, please, sir." "A noise?" "A row, sir." If it was Mr. Wain's wish that he should spend the night playing Massa Tambo to his Massa Bones, it was not for him to baulk the house-master's innocent pleasure. He was prepared to continue the snappy dialogue till breakfast time. "I think there must have been a burglar in here, Jackson." "Looks like it, sir." "I found the window open." "He's probably in the garden, sir." Mr. Wain looked out into the garden with an annoyed expression, as if its behaviour in letting burglars be in it struck him as unworthy of a respectable garden. "He might be still in the house," said Mr. Wain, ruminatively. "Not likely, sir." "You think not?" "Wouldn't be such a fool, sir. I mean, such an ass, sir." "Perhaps you are right, Jackson." "I shouldn't wonder if he was hiding in the shrubbery, sir." Mr. Wain looked at the shrubbery, as who should say, _"Et tu, Brute!"_ "By Jove! I think I see him," cried Mike. He ran to the window, and vaulted through it on to the lawn. An inarticulate protest from Mr. Wain, rendered speechless by this move just as he had been beginning to recover his faculties, and he was running across the lawn into the shrubbery. He felt that all was well. There might be a bit of a row on his return, but he could always plead overwhelming excitement. Wyatt was round at the back somewhere, and the problem was how to get back without being seen from the dining-room window. Fortunately a belt of evergreens ran along the path right up to the house. Mike worked his way cautiously through these till he was out of sight, then tore for the regions at the back. T
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