"I suppose you know as much as he does--about this ?" "He and I," replied Spargo, with easy confidence, "are working this case together.

You can tell me anything you'd tell him." The landlady rummaged in her pocket and produced an old purse, from an inner compartment of which she brought out a small object wrapped in tissue paper.
"Well," she said, unwrapping the paper, "we found this in Number 20 this morning--it was lying under the dressing-table.

The girl that found it brought it to me, and I thought it was a bit of glass, but Walters, he says as how he shouldn't be surprised if it's a diamond.
And since we found it, the waiter who took the whisky up to 20, after Mr.Marbury came in with the other gentleman, has told me that when he went into the room the two gentlemen were looking at a paper full of things like this.

So there ?" Spargo fingered the shining bit of stone.
"That's a diamond--right enough," he said.

"Put it away, Mrs.
Walters--I shall see Rathbury presently, and I'll tell him about it.
Now, that other gentleman! You told us you saw him.