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Ursula had only arrived a few minutes before Tab reached the Central Hotel, and the ban against reporters must have been lifted, because Ursula saw him immediately.
She took the case from his hand slowly and with a face from whence all expression had fled.
“Yes, this is mine,” she said. She lifted the lid. “Where are the jewels?” she asked quickly.
“The police have those.”
“The police?”
“It was found in the strong-room of Jesse Trasmere, the old man who was murdered on Saturday afternoon,” said Tab. “Have you any idea how they came into his possession?”
“None,” she said emphatically. “I did not know Mr. Trasmere.”
He told her about the murder, but apparently she had already read the details and seemed loath to discuss the matter until he told her the part that he himself was taking in the tracking of the murderer.
“Where did you find these?” she asked.