But from the place where he sat there was no getting any possible view of that part of the wall or of anything connected with it; and so, with every appearance of satisfaction at being allowed in the room at all, Sergeant Doolittle from Headquarters, drank the judge’s wine and listened for the judge’s commands.

These were slow in coming, and they were unexpected when they came.

“Sergeant, I have lost a faithful servant under circumstances which have called an unfortunate attention to my house.  I should like to have this place guarded—­carefully guarded, you understand—­from any and all intrusion till I can look about me and secure protection of my own.  May I rely upon the police to do this, beginning to-night at an early hour?  There are loiterers already at the corner and in front of the two gates.  I am not accustomed to these attentions, and ask to have my fence cleared.”

“Two men are already detailed for the job, your honour.  I heard the order given just as I left Headquarters.”

The judge showed small satisfaction.  Indeed, in his silence there was the hint of something like displeasure.  This surprised Sergeant Doolittle and led him to attempt to read its cause in his host’s countenance.  But the shade of the lamp intervened too completely, and he had to be content to wait till the judge chose to speak, which he presently did, though not in the exact tones the Sergeant expected.

“Two men!  Couldn’t I have three?  One for each gate and one to patrol the fence separating these grounds from the adjoining lot?”

The sergeant hesitated; he felt an emotion of wonder—­a sense of something more nearly approaching the uncanny than was usual to his matter-of-fact mind.  He had heard, often enough, what store the judge set on his privacy and of the extraordinary measures he had taken to insure it, but that a man, even if he aped the hermit, should consider three men necessary to hold the public away from a two hundred and fifty foot lot argued apprehensions of a character verging on the ridiculous.  But he refrained from expressing his surprise and replied, after a minute of thought: 

“If two men are not enough to ensure you a quiet sleep, you shall have three or four or even more, Judge Ostrander.  Do you want one of them to stay inside?  That might do the business better than a dozen out.”

“No.  While Bela lies above ground, we want no third here.  When he is buried, I may call upon you for a special to watch my room door.  But it’s of outside protection we’re talking now.  Only, who is to protect me against your men?”

“What do you mean by that, your honour?”

“They are human, are they not?  They have instincts of curiosity like the rest of us.  How can I be made sure that they won’t yield to the temptation of their position and climb the fences they are detailed to guard?”

“And would this be so fatal to your peace, judge?” A smile tempered the suggestion.