“I hardly know where to begin,” he said, his eyes roving along the intent line. “Not that the case isn’t perfectly clear; but there are certain startling phases which—which—” He glanced toward the Blairs.
Marjorie Blair smiled bravely at him. “Don’t be alarmed for me, Professor Kent,” she said. “What I most want is to have everything cleared up—everything!”
“First, your jewels, then.”
Kent turned to Preston Jax, who handed him a package. Opening it, Kent displayed the wonderful Grosvenor rose-topazes, with a miscellaneous lot of rings sparkling amid their coils. With a cry, Marjorie caught up the necklace.
“Are all the remainder of the lost valuables there, Mrs. Blair?” asked Kent.
She glanced carelessly at the rings. “I think so. Yes. But this is what matters to me.”
“These are all that Preston Jax found on the body.”
Alexander Blair leaned from his seat the better to take Preston Jax, at the other end of the crescent, under consideration.
“It was you who found the body?” he demanded.
“Yes,” said the astrologer uneasily.