"I fear there isn't. Still you can try."
Taking out his knife, Currier knelt and soon had the brick out of its hole.
Beneath it lay the jewel-case, wrapped as before in Stanley Heath's monogrammed handkerchief.
Marcia could not believe her eyes.
"But—but—it wasn't there when I looked. I could swear it wasn't."
"Who could have taken it out? And if someone did why return anything so valuable?" Currier inquired.
"I don't know. I do not understand it at all," the woman replied, passing a hand across her forehead in complete bewilderment. "There is something uncanny about the whole affair."
"Well, at any rate, the gems are here now," said Currier in a matter-of-fact tone. "Mr. Heath will be much relieved. Their loss must, I am sure, have distressed him deeply. Shall I go up and—"
"I'll go," Marcia cried. "It won't take me a minute. I'll be right back."
"As you prefer, madam."