"Oh!" with the air of having made a discovery. "So you ride out of the city in a smoking-car for the purpose of riding back in the ladies' carriage?"
Clarence laughed again, settled himself comfortably in his seat and took out his cigar case. "Not exactly," proceeding to light a weed. "I am on pretty much the same business that you are, to-night." Then, taking a big puff, "I have been to Bellair, like yourself."
"The deuce you have!"
"Yes; how did your business prosper?"
Jarvis eyed him sharply. "Perhaps you know already."
"Perhaps I do. You have not got to look for stolen diamonds, have you?"
Jarvis laughed derisively.
"Or stolen money?" pursued Clarence.
Jarvis shrugged his shoulders.