“You will do me justice, Mr. Clifton,” said Grant, and thereupon he related the circumstances already known to the reader.
When Mrs. Simpson found that the boy whom she had selected as an easy victim was known to the proprietor of the place, she became nervous, and only thought of escape.
“It is possible that I am mistaken,” she said. “Let me look at the pearls again.”
They were held up for her inspection.
“They are very like mine,” she said, after a brief glance; “but I see there is a slight difference.”
“How about the boy, madam?” asked the elder clerk.
“He is the very image of my errand boy; but if Mr. Clifton knows him, I must be mistaken. I am sorry to have given you so much trouble. I have an engagement to meet, and must go.”
“Stop, madam!” said Mr. Clifton, sternly, interposing an obstacle to her departure, “we can't spare you yet.”
“I really must go, sir. I give up all claim to the pearls.”
“That is not sufficient. You have laid claim to them, knowing that they were not yours. Officer, have you ever seen this woman before?”