"Nothing of the sort," the detective assured him. "I have only left one man outside and he is in plain clothes. We can search this room and the bedroom and your workshop, without attracting anyone's attention. Come, Mr. Letchowiski, you and I know one another." The old man was still vociferous in his expressions of dismay. "I am seventy-three years old," he moaned. "I have never been in trouble. I am honest, just as honest as a man can be." "Then keep your hands exactly as they are now," Brodie told him. "So!" With the ease of experience he ran his fingers over the old man's clothing, searching him from head to foot. "Well, I never!" Rosa exclaimed, her eyes flashing angrily. "Fancy treating an old man like that! Is anyone going to try to do it to me, I should like to know? They'll feel my fingernails, if they do." "It will not be necessary," John Bone replied politely. "We watched you enter." "What you looking for?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her anger. "Ah!" the detective murmured. "Is this your assistant, Mr. Letchowiski?" he went on. Harvey Grimm rose slowly to his feet and held out his hands. "I am not an assistant of anybody's," he declared, and his voice seemed to have undergone an extraordinary change. "My name is Ed. Levy, and I am a skilled watchmaker." John Bone searched him briefly from head to foot. All the while, Brodie was going round the apartment. Cupboards were peered into, ornaments turned upside down, the boards and walls tapped, every possible hiding-place ransacked. John Bone disappeared for a few minutes up the stairs, and they heard his heavy tramp in the bedroom above. As soon as he had returned, the two men made their way towards the inner door. "Come with us down to the workshop, Abraham Letchowiski," the detective invited. "Vot you want me for?" the old man asked querulously. "Never mind. Come along with us. We may have questions to ask." They disappeared, the old jeweller groaning in the rear. As they passed through the door, Paul Brodie glanced for a moment back. The young man, who had called himself Ed. Levy, had passed his arm once more through Rosa's. Their faces were close together. An amorous grin had parted the young man's lips and he was whispering in the girl's ear. Brodie smiled at his half-conceived suspicion, as he turned away. Rosa and her grandfather's assistant were left alone. "What you think?" she asked him. "Has grandfather been doing anything, eh?" "Not he," was the confident reply. "Abraham Letchowiski is too old and too clever to run such risks at his time of life. Besides, he has plenty of money." Rosa assented. She was apparently convinced of her grandfather's probity. "You're right," she declared. "He has got plenty of money, and no one to leave it to except David and me. A nice dowry for me, eh?" "Lucky girl!" Harvey Grimm sighed.