"In the pocket."
And he continued to write as Kerth reached into the pocket of his coat. He read the notes he had made:
Who the deuce would want the pendant? Answer: if a name is engraved inside, it would be very valuable to the owner. Yet the fact that the coral was found in M.'s hand doesn't prove conclusively that its owner is the murderer.
He looked up as Kerth extended a lighted match, took it and held it to his cheroot.
"Thanks"—briefly.
"Do you think," interrogated Kerth, "you could find her lair without a guide?"
Trent smiled. "Hardly."
"I'd take oath that her man, Chandra Lal, led us along the same street twice! Oh, she's a wily one! And the way she had us taken into the room while it was dark!"
He puffed on his cheroot and Trent continued to jot down notes.
"Furthermore," Kerth drawled, "why doesn't she want you to read those instructions until to-morrow? Some catch in it."