How you seem to know him--I don't understand----" Celia stood as if turned to stone for a moment or two; her eyes wandering from the faces of the two men to the jewel-case; then she broke out, "Sydney, why don't you explain ?--It's a mistake, Inspector, a terrible mistake! I know this gentleman; I--I am engaged to him, I am going to be his wife.

It's--absurd to suspect him!--Sydney, where did you find the thing ?" "Now, Miss Grant," said the Inspector soothingly, before Derrick could reply.

"Let me advise you, as I have already advised the prisoner, not to say another word.

I am sorry, truly sorry that a young lady of your--position should be so intimately acquainted, should be----Dear, dear, this is very sad, Miss Grant! I think you'd better go back to the Hall.

But please don't say anything to Mr.Jacobs; I will come back to him directly I have seen the prisoner locked up." Celia was calm now; her momentary terror had given place to grief and pity for the man she loved.