"Come in, come in," said Carwell, hospitably. "Tera and Jack can answer for themselves. Have you had dinner?"
"No; I shall be glad of some."
"I can't eat a mouthful until I know about the pearlth," said Moss, fussing into the house. "Oh, Mr. Finland, here you are. What about the pearlth?"
"Well, what about them?" asked Jack, calmly.
"Ith all right, the thale, ithn't it? You had a right to thell them?"
"This lady will tell you that I had. The pearls were her property."
"Mith! mith!" said the Jew, fluttering up to Tera, "did you give the pearlth to Mithter Finland?"
"Yes. I asked him to sell them."
"They were your own pearlth?"
"My own pearls. I received them from my father, Buli, the High-Chief." Moss leered and rubbed one fat hand against the other.