"You ain't supposed to have stolen anything," said Weber. "You're known to have stolen a pearl necklace from my wife."
"A pearl necklace," said Fay glibly. "She came into my room at the Napoli. I was packin', officer, gettin' ready to take a little trip with my husband. I asked her to pack the necklace and some other things for me. She said she'd put them in a bag. The necklace was missin' when I opened the bag next day."
Clancy laughed. It was ridiculous.
"You can't arrest me on a story like that!" she cried.
"Not if we produce the pawnbroker where you pawned the pearls?" sneered Weber.
"You can't," said Clancy.
Yet, as she looked from his sneering face to the threatening eyes of Grannis, she wondered whether or not they could. She had read of "frame-ups." Was it possible that she was to be the victim of one?
"Like to talk it over a bit?" asked Grannis. She made no verbal answer, but her expression was reply enough. "Wait in the next room, officer," said Grannis.
The policeman looked undecided.
"It ain't regular," he muttered.