Mr. Waddington glanced quickly and nervously over his shoulder.
"It's like this. You heard Molly say yesterday she was going to sell those pearls."
"I did."
"Well, say, listen!" said Mr. Waddington, lowering his voice and looking apprehensively about him once more, "They aren't pearls!"
"What are they, then?"
"Fakes!"
Hamilton Beamish winced.
"You mean imitation stones?"
"That's just what I do mean. What am I going to do about it?"
"Perfectly simple. Bring an action against the jeweller who sold them to you as genuine."