Villiers pushed back his chair from the table, and stared at Naball.
"What diamonds?" he asked, in a husky voice.
"Come now," said Naball, with a wink, "we know all about that--eh? Ah Goon is a good pawnbroker, isn't he?"
"Ah Goon!" gasped Villiers, turning a little pale.
"Yes; though he did only lend twenty pounds on those diamonds."
"Look here, Mr. Jack-o'-Dandy," said Villiers, bringing his fist down on the table, "I don't want no beating about the bush, I don't. What do you mean, curse you?"
"I mean that I know all about your little games," replied Naball, leaning over the table.
"I know Caprice stole her own jewels for some purpose, and gave you some of the swag to shut your mouth, and I know that you're going to tell me all you know about this Russell Street business, or, by Jove, I'll have you arrested on suspicion."
Villiers gave a howl like a wild beast, and, flinging himself across the table, tried to grapple with the detective, but recoiled with a shriek of wrath and alarm as he saw the shining barrel of a revolver levelled at his head.
"Won't do, Villiers," said Naball smoothly; "try some other game."