I refastened the bolt and turned back to my guest.

"He always sits there," I said. "I suppose my uncle taught him to

originally, and now he thinks it belongs to him. We shall find him

in exactly the same place when we come down to breakfast."

Manning, who had been watching the dog's proceedings with a curious

intentness, rose slowly to his feet.

"I don't think I'll have a drink," he remarked. "It's a little early

and I haven't got your cast-iron constitution. Bed seems to me the

best notion. I've a sort of feeling that after I've finished this

cigarette I shall be able to put in a couple of hours' sleep."

"Well, as I told you before, take it easy," I replied. "The eggs and

bacon will keep till we're ready for them."

We set off up the staircase, and, pausing for a moment in the

passage, Manning once more expressed his apologies.

"You're a real sportsman, Dryden," he said. "I should have been

horribly peevish myself if anyone had dragged me out of bed at this

unholy hour."

"I generally wake up in an amiable mood," I replied. "It's only a

matter of good health and having the right kind of whisky."

I watched him go into his room and close the door, and then, feeling

uncommonly thankful that I had not got to be civil to him any longer,

I proceeded to follow his example.

I had bungled the business beyond any manner of doubt, and I was so

angry with my own stupidity that I very nearly hurled the poker into

the grate. It was maddening to think that if I had only displayed an

ounce of gumption I might by now have got to the bottom of the whole

infernal mystery. Instead of doing this, I had allowed Manning to

walk clean out of the trap, and no doubt, in the security of his own

room, he was laughing to himself over the easy way in which he had

outwitted me.

The only consolation that remained was the fact that there was no

further reason for keeping awake. I could at least turn into bed and

get a few hours' sleep, with the comforting assurance that I was not

neglecting my job. Whatever else Manning might have left in the

hall, he would certainly manage to do without it as long as Satan was

sitting on the mat.

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