"I am on my way to meet my friend Harvey Grimm."
She nodded.
"That is your clever confederate, who stole our diamond," she remarked suavely.
"A very fortunate circumstance for you," he ventured to remind her. "If that stone—the real one, I mean—had been discovered in your possession at the police-station, I fancy that your position in this country would have become a little difficult."
"Oh, la, la!" she laughed. "You should have seen the face of Mr. Brodie though, when they examined the imitation stone! I do not think that the English police are pleased with him. They were very kind to my grandfather and me."
"Nevertheless," he advised, "if I were your brother, I think that I would keep away from London just now."
"And why?"
Aaron Rodd glanced up and down the pavement to be sure that there were no listeners.
"That fellow Brodie is not such a fool as he seems," he declared. "He has made one mistake. I do not think that he is likely to make another."
She laughed.