“Randy swept it up,” explained Pep.
“Is it good for anything?” inquired Randy.
“Is it!” projected Vincent forcibly. “I should rather say so! Those are genuine diamonds, and the other settings are valuable, too. Not less than a thousand dollars, and maybe five.”
Pep gave utterance to an excited whistle. Randy looked bewildered. Frank, busy at his desk going over the contents of the cash box, arose from his chair and like the others became an interested member of the group.
“Some lady must have carried it with her and it dropped from her pocket,” he suggested. “It is too late to-night to think of seeking an owner for it.”
“Whoever it belongs to will be around looking for it quick enough,” declared Vincent.
“I hope there will be some kind of a reward,” said Randy.
“If there is, you get it,” observed Pep.
“No, we divide,” insisted his loyal chum.
“Well, wait till the reward is offered, will you?” laughed Jolly. “I say, Durham, our friend Booth must know of this. He’ll get us a whole column in the newspapers. ‘Exclusive and fashionable audience at the Wonderland. Sensational loss of priceless gems! Found by the proprietors. Consumed with anxiety to locate the owner. Latter appears—prominent society leader. Jewels restored and the Wonderland still running to crowded houses. See the great flood feature films!’ Why, it’s as good as the usual lost jewels for the actress.”