"Lord knows! I'll go out of my mind if these sort of things come along.

I am a simple sort of chap, and have no use for mysteries which beat all

the detective stories I have ever read. That sort of thing is all very

well in fiction, but in real life--humph! What are you going to do?"

"Give back the emerald to Don Pedro."

"Of course, though, it is given to you for a wedding present. And then?"

"Then"--Random stared into the fire--"I don't know. I asked you in to

assist me."

"Willingly; but how?"

Random pondered for a few moments.

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"Who sent that emerald to me, do you think?" he asked, looking squarely

at the artist.

Hope meditatively turned the jewel in his long fingers.

"Why not ask Mrs. Jasher?" he suggested suddenly.

"No!" Sir Frank shook his head. "I fancied it might be her, but it

cannot be. If she is guilty--as she must be, should she have sent the

emerald--she would not part with her plunder when she is so hard up.

I am beginning to believe, Hope, that what she said was true about the

letter."

"How do you mean exactly?"

"That the letter was mere bluff and that she really knows nothing about

the crime. By the way, did Braddock learn anything?"

"Not a thing. He merely said that the two of them fought. I expect

Braddock stormed and Mrs. Jasher retorted. Both of them have too much

tongue-music to come to any understanding. By the way--to echo, your own

phrase--you had better put away this gem or I shall be strangling

you myself in order to gain possession of it. The mere sight of that

gorgeous color tempts me beyond my strength."

Random laughed and locked the jewel in his drawer. Hope suggested that

with such a flimsy lock it was unsafe, but the baronet shook his head.

"It is safer here than in a woman's jewel case," he asserted. "No one

looks to my drawer, and certainly no one would expect to find a crown

jewel of this description in my quarters. Well," he came back to his

seat, slipping his keys into his trouser pocket, "the whole thing

puzzles me."

"Why not do as I suggest and go to Mrs. Jasher? In any case you are

going there to-night, are you not?"

"Yes. I want to decide what to do about the woman. I had intended to go

alone, but as you are here you may as well come also."

"I shall be delighted. What do you intend to do?"

"Help her," said Random briefly.

"She doesn't deserve it," replied Hope, lighting a fresh cigarette.

"Does anyone ever deserve anything?" asked Sir Frank cynically. "What

does Miss Kendal think of the business? I suppose Braddock told her. He

has too long a tongue to keep anything to himself."




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