"But--but I do not understand." Jimmie Dale smiled a little wearily.
"It was simple enough," he said.

"Old Isaac had had his eyes on those rubies for a long time.

The easiest way of getting them was through you.
The revolver he gave you before you entered Sagosto's was loaded with blank cartridges, the blood you saw was the old, old trick--a punctured bladder of red pigment concealed under the vest." "Let us get out of here!" Burton shuddered again.

"Let us get out of here--at once--now.

If we're found here, we'll be accused of--THAT!" "There is no hurry," Jimmie Dale answered quietly.