Although all the data which he had been able to accumulate in the course of their acquaintanceship went directly to prove the opposite, George was not inclined to combat the statement. He had weightier matters to occupy him than an academic discussion of the mentality of this poor fish.
"I found that girl," he said.
"What girl?"
"The girl who stole the necklace. And I've got the necklace."
He had selected a subject that gripped. Mr. Waddington ceased to contemplate the smartness of his business head and became interested. His eyes widened, and he blew out a puff of poison-gas.
"You don't say!"
"Here it is."
"Gimme!" said Mr. Waddington.
George dangled the necklace undecidedly.
"I think I ought to hand it over to Molly."