"
Miss Morriston thought a moment. "My dear Dick, the door can't be
locked."
"It is, I tell you," he returned; "most certainly locked. We have tried
it and found it quite fast."
"Then there must be someone in the room," his sister said.
"That," Morriston replied, "seems the only possible explanation. But I
shouted several times and got no answer."
"Someone playing you a trick," and the girl laughed.
"But who? who?" he returned.
His sister gave a shrug. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough," she replied,
with a smile.
"I shall," he replied, as two men appeared making for the servants'
entrance. "Here comes Henry with the locksmith."
Miss Morriston in her stately way looked amused.
"My dear old Dick, you have been making a fuss about it. You will
probably find the door open when you go up."
"And I'll know who has been playing this stupid trick," Morriston said
wrathfully.
"A footman making love to a housemaid turned the key in a panic at being
trapped," Kelson said to his host.
"I dare say," Morriston replied with a laugh of ill-humour. "And he'll
have to pay for his impudence."
That explanation by its feasibility was generally accepted as the simple
solution of the mystery.
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