The Inspector looked at them and looked at his fingers.

His face grew suddenly grave.
"Seems to me," he muttered, "that there's been some trouble here.

I shall have to take a liberty.

If you'll excuse me, Mrs.Rheinholdt, I think it would be better if you waited in the car until I send out for you." "You don't think the jewels have been stolen again ?" she gasped.
The Inspector made no reply.

He had drawn from his pocket a little pass-key and was fitting it into the lock.