"It's true! I accuse you of stealing my diamonds. Detective Naball, arrest that man."
Fenton started as Naball stepped out from behind the screen, and then folded his arms, with an evil smile.
"So!" he said coolly, "this is a trap, I see; but I'm not to be caught in it. You say I stole your diamonds?"
"I do," said Kitty boldly.
"And your proof is that you picked up a broken sleeve-link?"
"Yes."
"Then, Mr. Detective," said Fenton, holding out both his wrists to Naball, "if you examine these, you will see neither of the links are broken."
Naball, with an ejaculation of surprise, examined both the links, and found what he said was correct--neither of the sleeve-links were broken.
"Have you not made a mistake?" he said to Caprice.
"No, I have not," she replied coolly. "When he found he had lost a sleeve-link, he got another made, in order to avert suspicion. I say Hiram Fenton stole my diamonds, and I give him in charge."