He plunged his hand into his pocket, and drew it out again. As he unclosed his fingers, Jimmy caught the gleam of precious stones.
He started as one who sees snakes in the grass.
"What the——" he gasped.
Spike was looking at his treasure-trove with an air of affectionate proprietorship.
"Where on earth did you get those?" asked Jimmy.
"Out of one of de rooms. Dey belonged to one of de loidies. It was de easiest old t'ing ever, Mr. Chames. I went in when dere was nobody about, and dere dey were on de toible. I never butted into anyt'ing so soft, Mr. Chames."
"Spike."
"Yes, Mr. Chames?"
"Do you remember the room you took them from?"
"Sure. It was de foist on de——"