i need not take the space to put down all the operations of my early reasoning on the case. i had plenty to think about. but every avenue my thoughts followed was blocked sooner or later by a blank wall. never in my whole experience have i been asked to take up such a blind trail—and this was my first case, remember. six weeks lost beyond recall! it was discouraging.

i narrowed myself down to two main theories:

(a) the pearls had been stolen by experienced specialists after long and careful plotting or,

(b) they had been picked up on impulse by a man or woman dazzled by their beauty. in this case the thief would most likely hoard them and gloat over them in secret.

not the least puzzling factor in the case was my client herself. it was clear that she had been passionately attached to her pearls; she spoke of them always in almost a poetic strain. yet there was a personal note of anguish in her grief which even the loss of her treasure was not sufficient to explain. she was a quiet woman. and strangest of all, she seemed to be more bent on finding out who had taken them, than on getting them back again. she had waited six weeks before acting at all, and now she hedged me around with so many conditions that the prospect of success was nil.

i had an intuition which warned me that if i wished to remain friends with her i had better be careful whom i accused of the crime. it was a puzzler whichever way you looked at it. however, an investigator must not allow himself to dwell on the hopelessness of his whole tangle, but must set to work on a thread at a time. whichever way it turned out, i was to have the delight for a long time to come of seeing her frequently.

i was there again the next afternoon. this day i remember the room was fragrant with the scent of great bowls of violets. the lovely dark-haired mistress of the place looked queenly in a dress of purple and silver. as always when there were a number of people around she was composed in manner, one might say a little haughty.

there was quite a crowd. it included a middle-aged lady, a mrs. bleecker, a little over-dressed for her age and envious-looking. she, it transpired, was miss hamerton's companion or chaperon. the only other woman was a sister star, a handsome, blonde woman older than miss hamerton, very affectionate and catty. i have forgotten her name. the men were of various types. among them i remember the editor of a prominent newspaper, a well-known playwright and mr. roland quarles. the latter was miss hamerton's leading man. he looked quite as handsome and young off the stage as on, but seemed morose.

miss hamerton introduced me all around in her casual way, and left me to sink or swim by my own efforts. none of the people put themselves out to be agreeable to me. i could see that each was wondering jealously where i came in. however, since i had a right to be there, i didn't let it trouble me. this is life! i told myself, and kept my eyes and ears open. i was not long in discovering that these "brilliant" people chattered about as foolishly as the humblest i knew. only my beautiful young lady was always dignified and wistful. she let others do the talking.

i stubbornly outstayed them all. the men very reluctantly left me in possession of the field. as for the lady companion i saw in her eye that she was determined to learn what i had come for. however, miss hamerton coolly disposed of her by asking her to entertain a newcomer in the next room while she talked business with me.

these people wearied her. she relaxed when they had gone. she said to me: "i had you shown right up because i want my friends to become accustomed to seeing you. i hope you did not mind."

i replied that i was delighted.

"i suppose i ought to account for you in some way," she went on, "or their curiosity will run riot. what would you suggest?"

"oh, let them suppose that i am a playwright whose work you are interested in."

she accepted the idea. how delightful it was for me to share secrets with her!

my particular purpose in making this call was to urge her again to take the jeweller into her confidence. i pointed out to her that we could hope to do nothing unless we blocked the thief from disposing of the pearls. very reluctantly she finally consented, stipulating, however, that the jeweller must be told that she had just discovered her loss. i explained to her that we must look back to make sure that the jewels had not already been offered for sale, but on this point she stood firm. she gave me a note of introduction to mr. alfred mount.

i delivered it the following morning. at this time mount's was the very last word in fashion. it was a smallish store but most richly fitted up, on one of the best corners of the avenue, up near the cathedral. every one of the salesmen had the air of a younger son of the aristocracy. they dealt only in precious stones, none of your common stuff like gold or silver.

i was shown into a private office at the back, a gem of a private office, exquisite and simple. and in mr. alfred mount i saw that i had a notable man. one guessed that he would have been a big man in any line. so far i knew him only as one of the city's leading jewellers. by degrees i learned that his interests were widespread.

he was a man of about fifty who looked younger, owing to his flashing dark eyes, and his lips, full and crimson as a youth's. in a general way he had a foreign look, though you couldn't exactly place him as a frenchman, an italian or a spaniard. it was only, i suppose, that he wore his black hair and curly beard a little more luxuriantly than a good american. his manner was of the whole world.

my involuntary first impression was dead against the man. he was too much in character with the strange little orchid that decorated his buttonhole. later i decided that this was only my anglo-saxon narrowness. true, he kept a guard on his bright eyes, and his red lips were firmly closed—but do we not all have to train our features? he was a jeweller who earned his bread by kow-towing to the rich. my own face was not an open book, yet i considered myself a fairly honest creature.

he read my letter of introduction which stated that i would explain my business to him. upon his asking what that was i told him quietly that miss hamerton had been robbed of her pearls.

he started in his chair, and pierced me through and through with those brilliant black eyes.

"give me the facts!" he snapped.

i did so.

"but you," he said impatiently, "i don't know you."

i offered him my card, and explained that miss hamerton had retained my services.

he was silent for a few moments, chewing his moustache. it was impossible to guess what was going on behind the mask of his features. suddenly he started to cross-question me like a criminal lawyer. how long had i been in business? was i accustomed to handling big cases? had i any financial standing? what references could i give? and so on, and so on.

my patience finally gave way under it. "i beg your pardon," i said stiffly. "i recognise the right of only one person to examine me in this manner. that is my client."

he pulled himself together, and, i must say, apologised handsomely. like all big men he was often surprisingly frank. "forgive me," he said winningly. "you are quite right. i am terribly upset by your news. i forgot myself. i confess, too, i am hurt that miss hamerton should have acted in this matter without first consulting me. i am a very old friend."

i was glad she had done so, for something told me i never should have got the job from him. i did not tell him how she had come to engage me, though he gave me several openings to do so.

"i am not a narrow man," he said in his best manner. "i will not hold it against you. only show me that you are the man for the job, and i will aid you with all my power."

i accepted the olive branch. "i spoke too hastily myself," i returned. "i shall be glad to tell you anything you want to know about myself."

we basked in the rays of mutual politeness for a while. still that instinctive dislike of the man would not quite down. he asked no more personal questions.

"have the police been notified?" he enquired.

"miss hamerton imposes absolute secrecy."

"quite so," he said quickly. "that is wise."

i had my doubts of it, but i didn't air them.

"have you any clues?" he asked.

"none as yet."

"what do you want me to do?"

"to publish the loss through the channels of the trade, with the request that if any attempt is made to dispose of the pearls we should instantly be notified. the owner's name, and the circumstances of the robbery must be kept secret."

"very good," he said, making a memo on a pad. "i will attend to it at once, and discreetly. is there anything else i can do?"

"i hoped that with your knowledge of jewels and the jewel market you could give me something to work on," i said.

"all i know is at your command," said he. he talked at length about jewels and jewel thieves, but it was all in generalities. there was nothing that i could get my teeth into. he gave it as his opinion that the pearls were already on their way abroad, perhaps to india.

"then you think that the robbery was engineered by experts?"

he spread out his expressive hands. "how can i tell?"

we parted with mutual expressions of good will. i said, "i expect i shall have to come often to you for help."

"i expect you to," he said earnestly. "i want you to. myself and my establishment are at your service. let no question of expense hamper you."

i found later that he really meant this. i was, however, very reluctant to draw on him.

when i saw miss hamerton the next day i asked her a question or two concerning mr. alfred mount with the object of finding out if he were really such an old friend as he made out.

"i have always known him," she said simply. "that i happen to buy things from him is merely incidental. he was a friend of my father's and he is a very good friend to me. he has proved it more than once."

i was tempted to ask: "then why were you so reluctant to take him into your confidence?" but i reflected that since she had already refused to tell me, i had better keep my mouth shut, and find out otherwise.

"mr. mount asked if we had notified the police," i said, merely to see how she would take it.

i regretted it. her expression of pain and terror went to my heart. she was no longer the remote and lovely goddess, but only a suffering woman.

"oh, you did not, you have not?" she stammered.

"certainly not," i said quickly. "i knew you didn't wish it."

she turned away to recover herself. what was i to make of it? one would almost have said that she was a party to the theft of her own jewels.

and yet only a few minutes later she burst out in a passionate plea to me to discover the thief.

"it tortures me!" she cried, "the suspense, the uncertainty! this atmosphere of doubt and suspicion is suffocating! i wish i never had had any pearls! i wish i were a farmer's daughter or a mill girl! please, please settle it one way or the other. i shall never have a quiet sleep until i know!"

"know what?" i asked quietly.

but she made believe not to have heard me.