"And of course," she insinuated delicately, "you have disposed of the loot?"
He shook his head gloomily. "No time, as yet."
Her dismay was evident. "You don't mean to say——?"
"In my pocket."
"Oh!" She glanced stealthily around. "In your pocket!" she whispered.
"And—and if they stopped you——"
"I am Maitland."
"But if they insisted on searching you…." She was round-eyed with apprehension.
"That's so!" Her perturbation was infectious. His jaw dropped.
"They would find the jewels—known to be stolen——"
"By God!" he cried savagely.