"Well, it was Quintana and his gang of international criminals who did that," said Darragh drily.
And, to Eve: "By accident this case of jewels, emblazoned with the coat of arms of the Grand Duchess of Esthonia, came into your father's possession. That is the story, Eve."
There was a silence. The girl looked at Stormont, flushed painfully, looked at Darragh.
Then, without a word, she turned ascended the stairs, and reappeared immediately carrying the leather case.
"Thank you, Mr. Darragh," she said simply; and laid the case in his hand.
"But," said Darragh, "I want you to do a little more, Eve. The owner of these gems is my guest at Harrod Place. I want you to give them to her yourself."
"I — I can't go to Harrod Place," stammered the girl.
"Please don't visit the sins of Henry Harrod on me, Eve."
"I — don't. But — but that place——"
After a silence: "If Eve feels that way," began Stormont awkwardly, "I couldn't become associated with you in business, Jim——"