"Pretty talk, Fullaway--very, and all intended to benefit Weiss there.

Lost, indeed!--I've lost all my jewels, and up to now nobody"-- here she flashed a wrathful glance at the hotel manager and the two detectives--"nobody has made a single suggestion about finding them!" Fullaway exchanged looks with the other men.

Once more he assumed the office of spokesman.
"Perhaps you have not told them precisely what it is they're to find," he suggested.

"What is it now, Mademoiselle?
The Pinkie Pell necklace for instance!" The prima donna, who was already retreating through the door of the bedroom on whose threshold she had been standing, flashed a scornful look at her questioner over the point of her white shoulder.
"Pinkie Pell necklace!" she exclaimed.

"Everything's gone! The whole lot! Look at that--not so much as a ring left in it!" She pointed a slender, quivering finger to a box which stood, lid thrown open, on a table in the sitting-room, by which the detectives were standing, open-mouthed, and obviously puzzled.