"By all means," the old man insisted eagerly.
"Yes, yes!" the girl echoed.
Aaron Rodd rose to his feet and crossed the room to the door which led into his private apartment. He opened it and beckoned to its unseen occupant.
"I have some clients here who would like a word with you, Grimm," he announced. "There may, perhaps, be some business."
Harvey Grimm made his appearance at once. His air of curiosity, as he looked into the room, was very well done.
"Business?" he repeated.
"This gentleman and young lady," Aaron Rodd explained, "are clients of mine. Their names are unnecessary. They have consulted me as to the disposal of valuable jewels, their claim to which—might be open to question."
Harvey Grimm threw the cigar which he had been smoking into the fire-place.
"I see," he murmured. "Better tell me the circumstances."
The girl repeated her story, with a few more details. The old man listened in a sort of placid stupor. He interrupted only once.