“Who?”
“No matter.”
“Not—not my son?”
“Thank God, no, Mrs. Welton.”
She looked relieved.
“Don’t you arrest him here!” she said, hurriedly. “I’d rather lose the diamonds twice over than to have it occur in my house. I’ll reward Mr. Brady handsomely if the jewels are recovered, but it must be done somewhere else.”
She left me, and I at once got my hat and coat and hurried to the street.
As I passed out I noticed that there was another doorkeeper now, but I thought nothing of it at the time.
Did I suspect Opdyke then?
I did, and with reason.