“You can bet I won’t be deaf and dumb then,” Miss Peabody cried viciously.
“Where’s the bracelet?” Taylor snapped. “Don’t waste time now.”
But the smuggler was no fool and not intimidated by his tones. “Wait a minute,” she said craftily. “What’s going to happen to me?”
“Produce it, pay the duty, and we’ll let you go free for the tip.”
“You’re on,” said Sarah joyously. “Just take a look at the ring handle of my parasol. I’ve painted over the stones, that’s all.”
Gibbs grabbed it from her and examined it closely. “Well, can you approach that?” he said helplessly. “And I’ve been carrying it around all day!”
Taylor turned from his examination of the parasol as Peter the doorkeeper entered. “Miss Cartwright here?” he asked quickly.
“Yes, sir,” answered the man. “She’s just arrived.”
“Bring her in as soon as these get out,” Taylor said dismissing him.
“Take her away now, Gibbs,” he said, indicating the owner of the magic parasol. “Turn her over to Shorey, he can handle her from now on.”