"Did he know where they were kept?"
"There's a safe in the room, and a thief, of course--"
"Would go there first--precisely--but you forget the diamonds were taken out of the drawer of her looking-glass--a most unlikely place for a thief to examine. The man who stole the jewels must have known where they were kept."
"Oh," said Fenton, and looked astonished, as he was quite unable to explain this. He was about to reply, when the train having arrived at its destination, they got out, and walked to Kitty's house.
She was in the drawing-room writing letters and looked pale and haggard, her eyes having dark circles beneath them, which told of a sleepless night. When the two men entered the room she welcomed them gracefully, and then resumed her seat as they began to talk.
"I have brought you Mr. Naball to look after this affair," said Fenton, looking at her.
"You are very kind," she replied coldly; "but, the fact is, I have not yet decided about placing it in the hands of the police."
"But the diamonds?"--began Fenton in amazement.
"Were mine," finished Kitty coolly; "and as the loss is mine, not yours, I will act as I think fit in the matter."
Then, turning her back on the discomfited Fenton, she addressed herself to the detective.