"Did he show you any valuables that he had with him—jewels?" asked
Allerdyke brusquely.
"Jewels! Valuables!" she answered. "No—certainly not."
"Nor when you were on the steamer?"
"No—nor at any time," she said. "Jewels?—why—what makes you ask such a question?"
"Because my cousin had in his possession a consignment of such things, of great value, and we believe that he was murdered for them—that's why," replied Allerdyke. "He had them when he left Christiania—he had them when he entered the Hull hotel—"
Fullaway, who had been listening intently, leant forward with a shake of his head.
"Stop at that, Allerdyke," he said. "We don't know, now, that he did have them when he entered the hotel at Hull! He mayn't have had. Miss Lennard—we'll drop the professional name and turn to the real one," he said, with a bow to the prima donna—"Miss Lennard here thinks she had her jewels in her little box when she entered the Hull hotel, and also when she came to this hotel, here in Edinburgh, but—"
"Do you mean to say that I hadn't?" she exclaimed. "Do you mean—"
"I mean," replied Fullaway, "that, knowing what I now know, I believe that both you and the dead man, James Allerdyke, were robbed on the Perisco. And I want to ask you a question at once. Where is your maid!"
Celia Lennard dropped her knife and fork and sat back, suddenly turning pale.