“Mrs. Sorley, if you please,” murmured the woman without unclosing her eyes.
Bakche took no notice. “I want half the jewels,” he stated coolly.
“You shall have a third,” answered Alan.
“Then I don’t speak.”
“What’s that?” cried Moon. “Let me tell you, that if you don’t, I shall arrest you as being concerned in this crime.”
“You have no warrant!” said the man uneasily.
“I shall arrest you without a warrant, and make good my reason afterwards.”
The Indian looked uncomfortably from one to the other, and finally seeing that the Inspector was in earnest, he yielded to circumstances too strong for him. “You agree to give me a third of my family jewels?” he asked turning to Alan nervously.
“Yes; I shall put it in writing if you like.”
“No; I am willing to take the word of an English gentleman. That lad,” the man looked at Jotty, “also knows something of the truth; at least I think that he does.”