"I have shown you a tiger," he remarked to Laura, as he led them into
the dining-room. "I will now show you something quite as dangerous,
though not nearly so pretty." There was an arrangement of mirrors at
one end of the room, with a large circular glass set at a sharp angle at
the top.
"Look in there--in the upper glass," said Raffles Haw.
"Good gracious! what dreadful-looking men!" cried Laura. "There are two
of them, and I don't know which is the worse."
"What on earth are they doing?" asked Robert. "They appear to be
sitting on the ground in some sort of a cellar."
"Most dangerous-looking characters," said the old man. "I should
strongly recommend you to send for a policeman."
"I have done so. But it seems a work of supererogation to take them to
prison, for they are very snugly in prison already. However, I suppose
that the law must have its own."
"And who are they, and how did they come there? Do tell us, Mr. Haw."
Laura McIntyre had a pretty beseeching way with her, which went rather
piquantly with her queenly style of beauty.
"I know no more than you do. They were not there last night, and they
are here this morning, so I suppose it is a safe inference that they
came in during the night, especially as my servants found the window
open when they came down.
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