"This is Aaron—Aaron Rodd. Where are you? Can you come and help? I'm in trouble."
"So am I," Harvey Grimm replied, a little bitterly. "What's yours?"
"I came down to Tilbury this morning with Henriette, to see her brother off. We couldn't find him. Henriette got on the wrong steamer and they've taken her off. It was a trap, Harvey, do you hear? They've got her!"
"Where are you?"
"I'm at Tilbury, telephoning from the docks," was the hoarse reply. "The whole thing was a sell. The munition boat by which Brinnen was supposed to leave has never been heard of. Can you come down?"
Harvey Grimm closed the door tightly behind him and almost whispered down the telephone.
"Can you hear, Aaron?"
"Yes!"
"Jerry Sands has got away all right. He wasn't on any munition boat! I was arrested five minutes ago. I'm being taken to Scotland Yard, and I've fifty thousand pounds' worth of his diamonds on me! I shouldn't worry about the girl if I were you, Aaron. I think Jerry Sands' sister can take care of herself!"
"Where's Cresswell?"