It was Mrs. Welton’s butler, but it was also Dave Doyle!
“Grab him!” he breathed.
I had already grabbed him.
“Snake him through the gate before the house gets onto us!” he added.
Well, in spite of the fight he showed we “snaked” him through the gate.
“What do you want?” Opdyke stammered, now completely cowed.
“These!” I exclaimed, pulling a jewel-case out of his inner pocket. “I haven’t been shadowing you for nothing, my friend.”
“Diamonds!” echoed Dave, holding him while I opened the case.
“I knowed we’d fetch him, Sam, soon as ever I seen you go out of the house and started on the shadow myself.”