"That proves nothing, Waters. You must have better proof than that.
"I've got it."
"In what shape?"
Waters leaned toward Old Broadbrim and his voice dropped to a whisper.
"See here, Riggs," said he, "Merle Macray has been to America. I know by some little trinkets he has lately given Belle Demona. If you could get into her private rooms——"
"You haven't been bold enough to try to get there, Waters?"
"I'm always on the adventure, and yesterday I went into the house to ask her a question, and found the door of her boudoir open. I was fool enough to cross the threshold, and there lay her jewels on the dresser."
"Well?"
"And they bore the marks of the jewelers in New York. Their name was on the jewel box—'Tiffany & Co.,' isn't it?"
"I think there is a large jewelry house in New York of that name," guardedly answered Old Broadbrim. "Well, what else, Waters? Your story is getting interesting."