"Look here," she said, "you're the man, aren't you, who came messing round my grandfather's jewellery shop a few weeks ago? You were after the assistant—Edward Levy."
"Well?" Brodie ejaculated eagerly.
"You bungled things, or else he was too clever for you," Rosa continued. "I've come to tell you that he's back again there now, carrying on the same game, got an electrical dynamo in the workshop, and no end of tools. His name ain't Levy at all, and he isn't a Jew."
"What do you suppose he is doing there?" Brodie enquired.
"Look here," the girl went on, "if I tell you, will you swear that you won't get my grandfather into this?"
"I think I can promise that," was the cautious reply.
"Breaking up diamonds, then—that's what he's doing," the girl confided. "He's at it now."
Mr. Brodie showed no signs of excitement, but he was already struggling into his overcoat.
"There will probably be a reward for this," he said to Rosa. "I shall not forget."
"I don't want your reward," the girl replied. "I've done it just because—well, never mind. You go and nab him...."