It was half-past twelve, and the sun was shining brightly when I again rang the bell at old Frick's in the Drammen Road.
I had slept a few hours, handed in my report to the superintendent, and now I wanted to have the pleasure of giving old Frick his diamond back again.
I had taken a little more trouble than usual about my toilet; you can guess the reason why.
I was very pleased to find Miss Frick alone when I was ushered into the sitting-room. I thus had an opportunity of exchanging a few words with her; for when old Frick came in I knew only too well who would take up all the conversation.
She received me in a friendly manner, and when, without further ado, I showed her the diamond, she clapped her hands in joyful surprise.
"How glad uncle will be! When he once gets it back again he will look upon last night's affair as an exceedingly pleasant diversion. May I take it to him?"
"Yes, of course!"
"It was I who advised him to telephone to you in the night, Mr. Monk, and to-day I also assured him that you would be certain to find his tortoise again."
"It is a great pleasure, Miss Frick, to find you have such confidence in inc. May I ask how you got to know of my name?"
The young girl blushed a little. "We have often read about you in the papers, and Einar tells me there isn't a case which you cannot clear up."