The inspector dismissed him. He handed the necklace back to Mr. Parker and rose to his feet.
"I can only express my most profound regret, sir," he said, "on behalf, of the force. Such a mistake is inexcusable. Mr. Cullen will, I am sure, join in offering you every apology."
Mr. Cullen was standing a few yards back. He was biting his lip until it was absolutely colorless. There was a look in his face that was quite indescribable.
"If I have made a mistake this time," he muttered; "if I have been premature—I apologize; but—but—"
Mr. Parker turned to the inspector.
"You know," he said, "I fancy this young man's got what they call on this side a 'down' on me! He's got an idea that I'm a crook—follows me about; doesn't give me a moment's peace, in fact. Say, Mr. Inspector, can't I put this thing right somehow—take him to my banker's—"
"Banker's!" Mr. Cullen ejaculated softly. "The only use you have for a banker is to fleece him!"
"Mr. Cullen!" the inspector exclaimed, frowning.
"I beg your pardon, sir. I am sorry if I forgot myself." He turned abruptly toward the door. "I offer you my apologies, Mr. Parker," he said, looking back; "also the young lady. But—some day the luck may be on my side."
The door slammed behind him. Mr. Parker turned toward the inspector.