“That is the situation.”
“I had an idea that the gems you were handling so carelessly were paste.”
“Not a bit of it. They are the real thing.”
“Your entire collection?”
“The same.”
“Then you are running a fearful risk, especially when the nature of our visit to this part of the city is considered. How many members of the dramatic club know that you are carrying the diamonds in your pocket to-night?”
“All of them, I take it. The gems were much admired.”
“Then you’re a fool, Maynard. Why, it’s simply tempting Providence. You alarm me.”
The men were taking a light luncheon in a rear room of the café. They had attended a dress rehearsal of a play soon to be presented in the interest of charity by a dramatic club of which they were both members.