I caught him in the act and saved the pendant." "Good! good! Wait--we have one of the gang--wait till I question him," said M.Formery, rubbing his hands; and his eyes sparkled with joy.
"Well, no; I'm afraid we haven't," said the Duke in an apologetic tone.
"What! We haven't?
Has he escaped from the police?
Oh, those country police!" cried M.Formery.
"No; I didn't charge him with the theft," said the Duke.
"You didn't charge him with the theft ?" cried M.Formery, astounded.
"No; he was very young and he begged so hard.

I had the pendant.

I let him go," said the Duke.
"Oh, your Grace, your Grace! Your duty to society!" cried M.Formery.
"Yes, it does seem to have been rather weak," said the Duke; "but there you are.

It's no good crying over spilt milk." M.Formery folded his arms and walked, frowning, backwards and forwards across the room.
He stopped, raised his hand with a gesture commanding attention, and said, "I have no hesitation in saying that there is a connection--an intimate connection--between the thefts at Charmerace and this burglary!" The Duke and the inspector gazed at him with respectful eyes--at least, the eyes of the inspector were respectful; the Duke's eyes twinkled.
"I am gathering up the threads," said M.Formery.

"Inspector, bring up the concierge and his wife.