…not very well, I rushed upstairs, and, on opening the door, saw this man in the act of breaking open the sale. I shrieked out, and he rushed towards the window. I fired, aiming purposely at his arms, so as to merely disable him. Alarmed by the noise, the servants came rushing up from the kitchen, and I ran to telephone to the police station. On my return, the man was still in the grasp of my servants.””And your husband, ma’am?” the sergeant asked deferentially.”I haven’t been in to see yet,” the lady replied a trifle shamefacedly, as I thought. “Will you come with me, sergeant? I — I — am so nervous lest anything should have happened to him.””They entered the dressing-room together, and then — then as we all listened in breathless expectation, for I instinctively felt the sinister-eyed woman had planned some terrible drama, there was a…