“But supposing,” he said, “supposing you can’t find it.”
“I must find it,” said Julia. “At least, you must.” She produced a sheaf of papers. “There are some ‘orders to view.’ The ring’s in one of those flats—or houses: I don’t know which. I may have dropped it in a taxi, but I don’t think so. All you’ve got to do is to go and ask to see over these places as if you wanted to take them. Then, while you’re being shown round, you can look for the ring.”
Fulke received the papers with a bewildered air.
“I see,” he said slowly, counting. “Ten. You’ve no idea which, of course.”
“Not the remotest,” said Julia, sipping her coffee. “But you might find it in the first.”
“I might, of course,” said Fulke thoughtfully. “Have you been to Scotland Yard?”
“Not yet,” said Julia.
“Well, I’ll go there first,” said George. “Just in case——”
“No, I’ll go to Scotland Yard. You must start on the flats. There isn’t a moment to lose. Supposing a caretaker found it.”
“They’d probably take it to the police.”