an inspector of cellars,
sir, not a jeweler. So you and the lady was playing hide-and-seek?
Come, now, _what_ is your graft? Is _all_ the push here to-night?"

"That depends,"--cursing under my breath that I wore a gown which
hampered my movements. For, truth to tell, I was watching him as a cat
watches a mouse.

"Well, sir, we of the profession never interferes with gentlemanly
jobs, sir. All I want of you is to help me out of here."

"I am not a burglar."

"Oh, I understand, sir; I understand completely. A gentleman is always
a gentleman, sir. Now, you can return to that coal-bin. I was just
about to make for it when you lit that candle."

"Why not leave by the cellar-doors?"

"I have my reasons, sir; most satisfactory reasons, sir. _I_ prefer
the window. Get along!"--his tones suddenly hardening.

I got along.

"The lady may sit down, sir," he said courteously.

"Thank you, I will," replied the girl, plumping down on an empty
winecase. (She afterward confessed that if she had not sat down on the
box, she would have sat down on the cellar-floor, as a sort of
paralysis had seized her knees.)

I stepped into the coal-bin, and rested the candle on the little shelf
for that purpose. I was downright anxious to see the fellow safely
away. There wasn't room in that cellar for the three of us. His
presence doubly endangered us and multiplied the complications. I was
in no position to force the gems from him. A man who has ten thousand
dollars' worth of jewels on his person doesn't stop at shooting; and I
possessed a healthy regard for my skin. I opened the window and caught
it to the ceiling by a hook I found there.

"There is a stout screen, my man."

"Take this, sir, and cut it out,"--handing me a pair of wire-clippers,
holding his lantern under his arm meanwhile. The muzzle of the
revolver, during all this time, never wavered in its aim at my head.

I went to work at the screen, and presently it fell inward.

"Is that satisfactory?"--with impressive irony.

"You are the most _perfect_ gentleman that _I_ ever see, sir!"

The girl laughed hysterically.

"Now what?" The fun was beginning to pall on me.

"Step out of the bin and stand aside. Sit down by the lady. Maybe
she's a bit frightened."

I obeyed him to the letter.

"Thanks!" With the agility of a cat he leaped up and wriggled through
the window. He turned. "Good night, sir. Sometime maybe I'll do the
same for you, sir."