Malcolm Sage nodded approvingly, and returned the rose to the bowl.
"And now," he said, "I think I should like to see the room. By the way, I take it that you keep your safe locked?"
"In the bottom right-hand drawer of my dressing-table, under a pile of handkerchiefs."
"As soon as you can I should like to see a list of the jewels," said Malcolm Sage, as he followed Lady Glanedale towards the door.
"My maid is copying it out now," she replied, and led the way up the staircase, along a heavily-carpeted corridor, at the end of which she threw open a door giving access to a bedroom.
Malcolm Sage entered and gave a swift look about him, seeming to note and catalogue every detail. It was a large room, with two windows looking out on to a lawn. On the right was a door, which, Lady Glanedale explained, led to Sir Roger's dressing-room.
He walked over to the window near the dressing-room and looked out.
"That is the window he must have entered by; he went out that way," explained Lady Glanedale.
"You spoke of a stepson," said Malcolm Sage. "He is a man, I presume?"
"He is twenty-three." Lady Glanedale elevated her eyebrows as if surprised at the question.
"Certainly, if you wish it." She rang the bell, and a moment later requested the maid who answered it to ask Mr. Robert to come immediately.
"Do you sleep with lowered blinds?" enquired Malcolm Sage.
"The one nearest my bed I always keep down; the other I pull up after putting out my light."
"Did you awaken suddenly, or gradually--as if it were your usual time to awaken?"
"It was gradual," said Lady Glanedale, after a pause for thought. "I remember having the feeling that someone was looking at me."
"Was the light from the torch shining on your face?"
"No, it was turned to the opposite side of the room, on my right as I lay in bed."
At that moment a young man in tweeds entered.
"You want me, Mater?" he enquired; then, looking across at Malcolm Sage with a slightly troubled shadow in his eyes, he bowed.
"This is Mr. Sage from the insurance company," said. Lady Glanedale coldly. "He wishes to see you."
Again there was the slightly troubled look in young Glanedale's eyes.
"Perhaps you will place Mr. Glanedale in the exact position in which the man was standing when you first saw him," said Malcolm Sage.