"The worst of it is they had to be put back in again," said Nick. "That gives a different look."
"The thief had taken out the stones?"
"Somebody had, anyhow—some of them."
"And I'm not to ask questions! It's the most mysterious thing I ever heard."
"I expect it's one of those cases where 'the least said soonest mended,'" Nick remarked.
"But do you know who took the bag, and what happened?"
"No more than you do. I—just had to make the best of a bad business. I hope you don't think I did wrong?"
"No, indeed. That would be ungrateful. Only—it's very strange. I suppose this must be my bag, but——"
"You can take your oath of that, anyhow. And it's your money."
"More than I thought I had. And the bag looks prettier. It's as if I'd cast my bread on the waters and it had returned—buttered. One good thing is, I can pay you. Four hundred dollars I borrowed. Here it is."