"Did he raise the money?"
"He tried, but couldn't get the sum Morley wanted, seven hundred dollars. Finally, he did advance it from his own pocket."
"And the stones? How do they compare with those on the list of Withers' stuff?"
"Identical."
"All right; thanks. We'll see you at eight."
Braceway repeated the report to Bristow, eliciting the comment:
"Is somebody trying to make fun of us—or what is it? If those rubies belonged to Mrs. Withers, one thing at least is certain: Morley was in the bungalow the night of the murder, and after the murder had been committed. Miss Fulton distinctly told me the only jewelry that had ever passed between her and Morley was the ring found in his room in the Brevord that morning."
Braceway laughed aloud.
"At last," he said, "You're beginning to see the light—or to appreciate the jungle we're running around in."
He had arranged for them to meet Major Ross at the station house of No. 7 police precinct. Since it was off the principal beats of police reporters, Morley was detained there.