Who besides Potts could have known that the genuine gem was in its place?
Not the camp people; and they did not know the secret of the tunnel.
Neither Clark nor Doctor Ryder had left camp for any protracted period.
“But,” Roger remonstrated with his stubborn idea, “if Tip had been tempted to take it, the Eye of Om was available all the way there.”
His prodding deduction shook that off. Potts would not have dared to try for it on the way to the temple. But—after it was supposed to be in place, so that his party would not know of its abstraction!——Roger fought, but so did his insistent suspicion.
He decided not to tell Grover.
“I—I hesitated because—well, it came to me that somebody else could have taken it, later. We got away from that locality as fast as we could, and met the ’plane the next day, after I had radioed our agreed signal to a British aviation field in India to despatch it.”
“We can find out something by photographing the fingerprints on the note, and so on, with routine procedure,” Grover dismissed Roger’s poorly explained hesitation. “Suppose you let Tip do it.”
Roger agreed eagerly.
A fine way that would be to see Tip’s reaction.