“Devoll, Shannon, and Tim Hurst.”
“Who is Hurst?”
“He looks after Graff’s office and laboratory in the Waldmere Chambers.”
“Isn’t Dorson in it, Mrs. Thurlow’s nephew?”
“Yes, but only for last night’s job.”
“I thought so,” snapped Chick. “Where is that rope of pearls?”
“In Graff’s rooms. Hurst got away with it. He’s to keep it until——”
“Until I relieve him of it,” Chick cut in sternly, dropping the handcuffs into his pocket. “Get into your car and take me to the Waldmere Chambers. Pick up two policemen on the way. If you attempt any monkey business, mind you——”
“I’ll not, so help me!” Toby hurriedly protested. “I’ve thrown up my hands.”
“Get a move on, then. I want Hurst, to begin with, and that rope of pearls.”