He was flicking the ashes from the end of his cigar as he spoke, and I saw that he didn't meet Godfrey's eyes.
The latter looked at him an instant; then, with a low exclamation, sprang to his feet, and snapped open the bag in which I had stowed the packets Jemmy had given me. He ripped one of them open, and disclosed, not ten thousand dollars in currency, but a neat bundle of blank paper!
Jemmy was looking at him now, and his face was alight with triumph.
"How did you know I was there?" Godfrey demanded.
"I didn't," grinned Jemmy. "But I wasn't takin' any chances."
"Who was your pal?"
"That's tellin'," answered Jemmy easily.
"Did you see any of the servants, Lester?"
"Only one," I said. "I didn't notice anything about her, except that she was rather good-looking, and—oh, yes—the little finger of her left hand was missing."
Godfrey grabbed the telephone, and I heard him call headquarters, and give terse orders to send a detail at once to the Magnus house, to watch all ferries and trains, and to search all the thieves' haunts in the city for Kate Travis—"Lady" Kate. Headquarters seemed to know perfectly whom he meant.