"That you, Gebb?" cried Lackland, the moment the detective put his nose inside the door. "George! I am glad to see you. It's found, sir--found! What do you think of that, hey?"
"What is found? the name of the murderer?"
"No, no; but something as useful. The diamond necklace," said Lackland, slowly.
"You don't say so!" cried Gebb, excitedly. "Was it sold--pawned----?"
"Pawned!" interrupted the inspector. "Aaron and Nathan's, Harold Street, City. It came into their possession the day after the murder."
"The devil! Our assassinating friend lost no time. Who pawned it?"
"A young man who called himself James Brown."
"James Fiddlesticks," said Gebb, contemptuously--"a false name. What was he like?"
"Tall, dark, handsome," said Lackland, with military brevity. "Aaron said that he put the necklace up the spout as cool as a cucumber. He was----"
"Hold on!" cried Gebb, eagerly. "Had he a mark on one cheek--a birth-mark?"