The Green Bungalow by Fred M. White

It the seclusion of the lounge at the Metropolitan, Blythe read the details as far as they went. There was a good deal of it, and "our special correspondent" had evidently made the most of the information which he had been able to pick up.

"It appears," the paragraph ran, "that during the absence of Lord Fishbourne in London, a daring burglary took place a night or two ago at Fishbourne Towers. Late at night the thieves entered the butler's pantry by way of a window that opens on to a large open space at the back of the house, and looks across a field to the main road beyond.