He transferred them to some person in the cab, in accordance with a carefully prearranged plan.

That person was a woman!" "A woman!" Mr.Latham repeated, as if startled.
"Dere iss alvays wimmins in id," remarked Mr.Schultze philosophically.

"Go on." Mr.Birnes was not at all backward about detailing the persistence and skill it had required on his part to establish this fact; and he went on at length to acquaint them with the search that had been made by a dozen of his men to find a trace of the woman from the time she climbed the elevated stairs at Fifty-eighth Street.

He admitted that the quest for her had thus far been fruitless, assuring them at the same time that it would go steadily on, for the present at least.
"And now, Mr.Latham," he went on, and inadvertently he glanced at Mr.Czenki, "I have been hampered, of course, by the fact that you have not taken me completely into your confidence in this matter.

I mean," he added hastily, "that beyond a mere hint of their value I know nothing whatever about the diamonds which Mr.Wynne had in the gripsack.