"What's the use? You're covering all the main points, I guess. I can't think of anything else."
Uncle Henry abandoned in disgust the task of cataloguing the probable misdeeds of his nephew and turned to the telephone in an effort to head off the police.
"Well, I suppose we may as well be going back," observed Mr. Witherbee. "There doesn't seem to be anything more to find out."
That reminded Polly.
"But the bracelet!" she exclaimed. "Rosalind! How in the world—"
Polly broke off abruptly and looked about the room.
"Why, where is she?"
Rosalind had disappeared.
CHAPTER XXIV
CURTAIN!