Allerdyke, following the pointing finger, noted that the box was a very ordinary-looking affair--a tiny square chest of polished wood, fitted with a brass swing handle.

It might have held a small type-writing machine; it might have been a medicine chest; it certainly did not look the sort of thing in which one would carry priceless jewels.

But Mademoiselle de Longarde was speaking again.
"That's what I always carried my jewels in--in their cases," she said.
"And they were all in there when I left Christiania a few days ago, and that box has never been out of my sight--so to speak--since.

And when I opened it here to-night, wanting the things, it was as empty as it is now.

And if I behave handsomely, and go with Weiss there, to fulfil this engagement, it'll only be on condition that you stop here, Fullaway, and do your level best to get me my jewels back.