“Yes, sir, I know her well.”
“How dare you insult me?” demanded Mrs. Simpson; but there was a tremor in her voice.
“I give her in charge for an attempted swindle,” said Mr. Clifton.
“You will have to come with me, madam,” said the policeman. “You may as well go quietly.”
“Well, the game is up,” said the woman, with a careless laugh.
“It came near succeeding, though.”
“Now, my boy,” said the jeweler, “I will attend to your business. You want to sell these pearls?”
“Yes, sir; they are of no use to mother, and she needs the money.”
“At what do you value them?”
“I leave that to you, sir. I shall be satisfied with what you think them worth.”