“Mr. Stolburst did have the stone in his possession,” she said.
“Quite true; it was stolen from him,” returned the detective.
A scornful smile played about the brown beauty’s lips.
“The possessor of so great a gem,” she said, “would guard it so carefully that its theft would be almost impossible.”
“It was stolen by one of his servants,” said Burt.
“I know both, and believe them honest.”
“Your judgment is at fault. The one you knew as Henry is noted in this city as a thief. It was to recover the green diamond that Mr. Stolburst engaged me.”
“Suppose you were to succeed?”
“I have his promise that the gem shall be returned to its proper custodians.”
“You speak false.”