i woke up next morning with a leaden weight on my breast. i had no zest in the day which bore with it the necessity of telling miss hamerton what i had learned. i put off the evil moment as long as possible. during the morning sadie came into the office for instructions. i had not the heart to tell her. i sent her over to newark on a wild goose chase in connection with some of mcardle's activities.

i was not expecting miss hamerton that afternoon. at three i called her up and said that i had something important to report. she said she was expecting some one later, and did not want to go out. could i come to her? this pleased me, for since i had to strike her down it was more merciful to do it at home. i went.

she had never looked lovelier. her room was a bower of spring flowers, and she in a pale yellow dress was like the fairest daffodil among them. she was full of happiness, her cheeks glowing, her eyes sparkling. it did not make my task any easier. i angrily rebelled from it. but she was already asking me what was the matter.

i told her bunglingly enough, god knows, of the second cryptogram and where i had found it. it crushed her like a flower trodden underfoot.

presently, however, she began to fight. "the first thing the thief would do when he found himself under surveillance," she faltered, "would be to try to divert your attention to some one else."

"he would hardly choose one ordinarily so far above suspicion as the leading man," i said reluctantly.

"he may have known, since he knows so much, that you were already suspicious of ro—of the other." she could not get his name out.

i felt like the criminal myself, trying to convince her against her heart. "taken by itself the letter would not be conclusive, but with the other things——"

"what other things?"

"well, his provoking you by a bet to wear the genuine pearls."

"there's nothing in that," she said quickly. "if he had had an ulterior motive he would have spoken of the bet since. he would have lost it, wouldn't he, to keep us from suspecting?"

i conceded the reasonableness of this—taken by itself. "but his bank account?"

"bank account?" she repeated, startled. we had not told her of this.

"on april sixth mr. quarles deposited forty thousand dollars in cash in the second national bank."

all the light went out of her face. "oh! are you sure?" she gasped.

"i have seen the entry in his pass-book. i verified it at the bank."

her heart still fought for him. "but my necklace was worth only twenty-five thousand. and a thief would never be able to realise the full value of it."

i shrugged. naturally i did not care to add to her unhappiness by telling her that the pearls were worth half a million. she thought from my shrug that i meant to convey that if her lover had been guilty of one theft why not others?

it crushed her anew. she had no more fight left in her. she sank back dead white and bereft of motion. "he's coming here," she whispered. "what shall i say to him? what shall i say?"

"don't see him," i cried.

"i must. i promised."

i sat there, i don't know for how long, staring at the carpet like a clown.

the telephone rang and we both jumped as at a pistol shot.

i offered to answer it, but she waved me back. she went to the instrument falteringly—but i was surprised at the steadiness of her voice. "what is it?" she asked.

"let him come up," she said firmly. by her stricken white face i knew who it was.

i jumped up in a kind of panic. "i will have myself carried up to the roof garden so i won't meet him," i said.

"no, please," she murmured. "i want you here."

"but he must not meet me!" i cried.

"wait in the next room." her voice broke piteously. "oh, i must have some one here—some one i can trust!"

what was i to do? i obeyed very unwillingly. as soon as he entered i found that the transom over the door was open, and i could hear everything that passed between them. of all the difficult things that have been forced on me in the way of business, that half hour's eavesdropping was as bad as any.

he must have been highly wrought up because he apparently never noticed her state. his very first speech was tragically unfortunate. he spoke in a harsh strained voice as if the painful thing he had kept hidden so long was breaking out in spite of him.

"irma, how soon can you replace me in the cast?"

"eh?" she murmured. i could imagine the painful start she suppressed.

"i want to get out. i can't stand it any longer."

"but why?" she whispered.

"i hate acting! it is not a man's work."

"have you just discovered it?" she asked with a little note of scorn very painful to hear.

"no," he said gloomily, "i've always known. if i had been left to myself i never would have acted. but i came of a family of actors. i was brought up to it. i kept on because it was all i knew. it is only since i have acted with you that it has become more than i can bear."

"why, with me?" she whispered.

"because i love you!" he said in a harsh, abrupt voice.

"ah!" the sound was no more than a painful catch in her breath.

"oh, you needn't tell me i'm a presumptuous fool," he burst out. "i know it already. you don't know the height of my presumption yet. i love you! the silly make-believe of love that i have to go through every night with you drives me mad! i love you! i am ashamed to make my living by exhibiting a pretence of love!"

"it was your father's profession and your mother's," she murmured.

"they were the real thing," he said gloomily. "they had a genuine call. they loved their work. i hark back to an earlier strain, i guess. i have no feeling for art to make it worth while. i hate the tinsel and show and make-believe. i want to lead a real life with you——!"

no man has any right to hear another man bare his heart like this. i went to the open window and leaned out. i had forgotten roland's supposed guilt. my instinct told me that a guilty man could not have spoken like this.

even on the window-sill though i tried not to hear, an occasional word reached me. we were so high up that little of the street noises reached us. bye and bye i heard roland say "money" and i was drawn back into the room. this, i felt, it was my business to hear.

he was still pleading with his heart in his voice. "a month ago i would just have left without saying anything to you. i don't even know that i am fit for anything else but acting. i could not ask you to give it up without having something else to offer you. i suffer so to see you on the stage. to see your name, your person, your doings all public property drives me wild! i cannot stand seeing you show your lovely self to the applause of those vulgar fools!"

"you are mad!" she whispered.

"i know—but i have had a stroke of luck——!"

"luck?"

"i have come into some money. oh, nothing much, but enough to give me a start in some new country—if you could come with me! oh, i am a fool to think it. but i had to tell you i loved you. you would be quite justified in laughing, and showing me the door. but i love you! it seemed cowardly to go away without telling you."

"you are asking me to give up my profession?" she murmured unsteadily.

"i ask nothing. i expect nothing. but if you could—! you'd have to give it up. it would kill me otherwise. i could stand better having none of you than half." he laughed harshly. "am i not ridiculous? tell me to go."

"i am not so enamoured of make-believe either," she murmured.

she was weakening! i trembled for her. this wretched business had to be cleared up before they could hope for any happiness.

"if i loved you i could give it up," she whispered, "but i am not sure."

it was like a glimpse of heaven to him. "irma!" he cried her name over and over brokenly. "my dear love! then there is a chance—i never expected—oh! don't raise me up only to cast me down lower than before!"

i went to the window-sill again and leaned out.

there i was still when she came in. she was trembling and breathing fast.

"he has gone," she said.

she led me back into the outer room. she noticed that the transom was open. "you heard?" she said startled.

"some," i said uncomfortably. "more than i wanted to."

"i don't care," she said.

"have you promised to marry him?" i asked.

she shook her head. "i have promised nothing. i asked for time."

"good!" i said involuntarily.

she looked at me startled. "you heard!" she said defiantly. "were they the words of a guilty man?"

"not if i know anything about human nature," i said promptly.

the sweetest gratitude lighted up her face. "oh, thank you!" she said. she was very near tears. "anything else would be unbelievable!"

"give me one day more," i suggested.

"no! no!" she cried with surprising energy. "i will not carry this tragic farce any further. i hate the pearls now. i would not wear them if i did get them back. they are gone. let them go!"

"but miss hamerton——" i persisted.

"not another word!" she cried. "my mind is made up!"

"i must speak," i said doggedly. "because you as much as said you depended on getting honest advice from me. you can't stop now. if you marry mr. quarles, the fact that you have suspected him though it was only for a moment will haunt you all your life. no marriage is a bed of roses. when trouble does come your grim spectre will invariably rise and mock you. it must be definitely laid in its grave before you can marry the man."

the bold style of my speech made her pause. i had never spoken to her in that way before. she eyed me frowning.

"i hope you know it's not the job i'm after," i went on. "i never had work to do that i enjoyed less. but you put it up to me to give you honest advice."

"i can't spy on the man i love," she faltered.

"you can't marry the man you suspect," i returned.

"i don't suspect him."

"the suspicious circumstances are not yet explained."

"very well, then, i'll send for him to come back, and he will explain them."

i had a flash of insight into the character of my young friend. "no!" i cried. "if he knew that you had ever suspected him, he would never forgive you."

"then what do you want me to do?" she cried.

"give me twenty-four hours to produce proofs of his innocence."

she gave in with a gesture.

leaving miss hamerton i walked twice around bryant square to put my thoughts in order. i wished to believe in roland's innocence almost as ardently as she did, but i had to force myself to keep an open mind. a fixed idea one way or the other is fatal to any investigator. so i argued against him for a while to strike a balance. i told myself there was a type of man who would stop at absolutely nothing to secure the woman he desired. in the bottom of my heart, like anybody else, i had a sneaking admiration for the type.

true, i had never heard of a man robbing a woman in order to secure the means to support her. still, human psychology is an amazing thing. you never can tell! i reminded myself of all the other times i had been brought face to face with the apparently impossible. particularly is human nature ingenious in justifying itself.

i finally made up my mind to search roland's apartment that night. on my previous visits i had marked a little safe there. surely it must contain some conclusive evidence one way or the other. what i hoped to find was some natural and honest explanation of the sum of money he had received.

around the theatre that night roland and i were as friendly as usual. the shadow was somewhat lifted from his dark eyes. they burned with an expectant fire. an extraordinary restlessness possessed him. for all he said he hated it, that time anyway, he outdid himself in playing his r?le. as far as i could see, he and irma held no communications outside the play.

in pursuance of the plan i had made, i insisted on his supping with me that night. i was free to leave the theatre after the second act, so i went on ahead to order the supper i said. he was to meet me at the thespis club at half-past eleven. i did order the supper there, then hurried on to his flat, arriving some time before his customary hour of coming from the theatre.

his old housekeeper having seen me in his company on several occasions expressed no surprise at my coming. i said i would wait for him, and she left me to my own devices in the front room. i satisfied myself that she had gone to her own room on the other side of the kitchen, three doors away, then i set to work.

i had brought a bunch of skeleton keys and a set of miniature housebreaking tools. i didn't require them, for i found that the little safe had one of the earliest and simplest forms of a lock. part of my apprenticeship had been spent in learning how to open such locks merely by listening to the fall of the tumblers as one turned the knob. all that was required was patience. it was a little after ten. supposing that roland waited for me at the thespis club only half an hour, i had two hours in which to work. it was painfully exciting. i had my first glimpse of the point of view of a housebreaker.

the safe door swung open at last. i looked inside with a beating heart. it contained but little; a diary, which i left for the moment; a wallet containing a sum of money, a bundle of papers enclosed by an elastic band. i went over the papers hastily; they consisted of insurance policies, theatrical contracts and business letters of old dates which had nothing whatever to do with my case.

however, there was still a little locked drawer to investigate. after a number of tries i fixed a key that would open it. the first thing i saw was a number of pieces of men's jewelry that roland doubtless used for stage properties. the second thing i saw was a beautiful little antique box made of some sweet-smelling wood which contained several notes in irma's handwriting and some withered flowers. the third and last thing was a seal leather case such as jewellers display. upon pressing the spring the cover flew back and i saw lying on a bed of white velvet a string of wonderful dusky pearls.

for many moments i gazed at them in stupid astonishment. god knows what i expected to find. certainly not that. what did it mean? it looked just the same as the string miss hamerton had showed me. i counted them. there were sixty-seven pearls. was it another of roberts' replicas? perhaps roland had bought it and stowed it away for sentimental reasons. that seemed pretty far-fetched.

i carried it to the electric light. there i could see the blue cast like the last gleam of light in the twilight sky. the bits of stone had a wonderful fire, life. an instinct told me they were genuine pearls. but if they were it must be the string, for mount had said there were no others. i remembered that miss hamerton had told me she had made a little scratch on the clasp and i eagerly looked for it. there was a kind of mark there. at this point i shook my head and gave up speculating.

i slipped the case in my pocket, locked the drawer and locked the safe again. i switched off the lights and let myself quietly out of the flat.

i decided to go to the thespis club as if nothing had happened. i was not at all anxious to meet roland until i knew where i stood, but i reflected that if i failed him it might rouse his suspicions and precipitate a catastrophe before i was ready for it. there was not much danger that he would look in his safe that night if i kept him late. his housekeeper would tell him i had been there, but i could explain that. in the morning i would have him watched.

roland was at the club when i arrived. "i've been at your rooms," i said instantly. "i had an idea i was to wait for you there. but i got thinking it over and decided i had made a mistake."

"you've got a memory like a colander," he said good-naturedly. "better do something about it."

we sat down to our supper. roland was in for him, extraordinary spirits. all the while we ate, drank and joked i was wondering in the back of my head what kind of a change would come over his grim, dark, laughing face if he knew what i had in my pocket.