be his motive for perpetrating this extraordinary theft?”
“Perhaps he’s a—what you said just now.”
“A kleptomaniac? Impossible!”
“It might have been Bertie who took all those things from the very start,” suggested the little brute hopefully. “He may be like Raffles.”
“Raffles?”
“He’s a chap in a book who went about pinching things.”
“I cannot believe that Bertie would—ah—go about pinching things.”
“Well, I’m sure he’s got the parcel. I’ll tell you what you might do. You might say that Mr. Berkeley wired that he had left something here. He had Bertie’s room, you know. You might say you wanted to look for it.”
“That would be possible. I—”
I didn’t wait to hear any more. Things were getting too hot. I sneaked