"Perhaps," he murmured, "you may even know that before you go to sleep to-night."
* * * * *
I thought of Mr. Parker's words an hour or so later when I was preparing to undress. I emptied first the things from my trousers pockets. The feeling of something unfamiliar in one of them brought a puzzled exclamation to my lips. I dragged it out and held it in front of me. My heart gave a great leap, the perspiration broke out upon my forehead, My knees shook and I sat down on the bed. Without the slightest doubt in the world it was Lady Orstline's pearl necklace!
CHAPTER IV—THE WOOING OF EVE
I spent a very restless and disturbed night. I rose at six o'clock the following morning, and at ten o'clock I rang up 3771A Gerrard. My inquiry was answered almost at once by Mr. Parker himself.
"Is that you, Walmsley?"
"It is," I replied. "I have been waiting to ring you up since daylight! I want you to understand—"
"You come right round here!" Mr. Parker interrupted soothingly. "No good getting fussy over the telephone!"
"Where to?" I asked. "You forget I don't know your address. I should have been round hours ago if I had known where to find you."
"Bless my soul, no more you do! We are at Number 17, Banton Street—just off Oxford Street, you know."