"I thought I knew it."
"You wouldn't have gone with any other man?"
"Certainly not!" A blaze of indignation suffused her cheeks.
"Your casket of jewels was found among the stolen goods in his possession?"
"Yes, but——"
With a wave of his hand the Supreme Intelligence stopped explanations and turned to glare at The Thinking Machine. That imperturbable gentleman did not alter his position in the slightest, nor did he change the steady, upward squint of his eyes.
"If you have quite finished, Mr. Mallory," he said after a moment, "I will explain how and in what circumstances the stolen plate and jewels came into Mr. Herbert's possession."
"Go on," urged Mr. Randolph and Hatch in a breath.
"Explain all you please; I've got him with the goods on," declared the Supreme Intelligence doggedly.
"When the simplest rules of logic establish a fact it becomes incontrovertible," resumed the scientist. "I have shown that Mr. Herbert was not the man in the automobile—the Burglar. Now, what did happen to Mr. Herbert? Twice since his arrest he has stated that it would be useless for him to explain because no one would believe it, and no one would have believed it unsupported, least of all you, Mr. Mallory.