“I think I know where they have gone,” he said.
Again I looked at him in astonishment.
“Then you know who this man is?”
Walker replied with an abrupt query:
“Did you see the inside of his hand—the right hand? That was the thing to see.”
“How about the girl?” I replied, for Walker’s indirections were putting me on my mettle. “Her hand will be the thing to see; it’s got Bartoldi’s diamond on it.”
He looked up rather vaguely.
“I am puzzled about the girl; I do not understand what the girl has to do with it.”
I laughed.
“Bartoldi understood,” I said.