"It is a very valuable relic that originally came from Persia. No one knows of its value but my uncle, von Hardenberg, and myself. There can be no doubt that my cousin took it."
Jim Braid sighed.
"I could not prove my innocence," said he.
"Jim, old friend," said Harry, "I promise you shall not remain under this cloud for the rest of your life. I know my cousin to be guilty; I will not rest until I have proved him to be so. He has the Sunstone in his possession, and I intend to do my best to recover it!"
"You will not succeed," said the other, shaking his head.
"Why not?"
"Because he left England weeks ago."
"Left England!" echoed the other.
"Yes. He went away with a man called Peter Klein and a native who wore a turban. They took the boat train from Charing Cross. It was I who carried their boxes on to the taxi. They were going to Old Calabar."
"The West Coast!" cried Harry, jumping to his feet.