"I do understand, Mr. Samuelson," I told him, "and I appreciate your visit very much indeed. I am exceedingly glad you came. Mr. Parker told you the truth. He is a gentleman for whom I have the utmost respect and esteem. I consider his daughter, too, one of the most charming young ladies I have ever met. I am planning to give a dinner party, within the course of the next few evenings, purposely to introduce them to some of my friends with whom they are as yet unacquainted; and I am hoping that almost immediately afterward they will be staying with my sister at her place down in Suffolk." "With the Countess of Aynesley?" Mr. Samuelson said slowly. "Certainly!" I agreed. "I am quite sure my sister will be as charmed with them as I and many other of my friends are." Mr. Samuelson rose to his feet, brushed the cigarette ash from his trousers and took up his hat. "Mr. Walmsley," he said, holding out his hand, "I am glad I came. You have treated me frankly and in a most gentlemanly manner. I can assure you I appreciate it. Not under any circumstances would I allow friends of yours to be irritated by the indiscriminate inquiries of detectives. The jewels can go hang, sir!" He shook hands with me and permitted me to show him out, after which he marched down the corridor, humming gayly to himself, determined to have me understand that a trifling loss of two thousand pounds' worth of jewelry was in reality nothing. I stood for some time with my back to the fire, smoking thoughtfully. Then the telephone bell rang. My gloomier reflections were at once forgotten. It was Eve who spoke. "Good morning, Mr. Walmsley!" "Good morning, Miss Eve!" I replied. "Are you very busy this morning?" she asked. "Nothing in the world to do!" I answered promptly. "Then please come round," she directed, ringing off almost at once. I was there in ten minutes. The hall porter, who had not yet completed his morning toilet, conducted me upstairs. In the morning sunlight the whole appearance of the place seemed shabbier and dirtier than ever. Inside the sitting room, however, everything was different. My own flowers had apparently been supplemented by many others. Mr. Parker, as pink-and-white as usual, looking the very picture of content and good digestion, was smoking a large cigar and reading a newspaper. Eve was seated at the writing table, but she swung round at my entrance and held out both her hands. "The flowers are lovely!" she murmured. "Do go and sit down--and talk to daddy while I finish this letter." I shook hands with Mr. Parker. He laid down the newspaper and smiled at me. "A pleasant dinner last night, I trust?" I inquired. His eyes twinkled. "Most humorous affair!" he declared. "I wouldn't have missed it for worlds." "From a business point of view----" I began dryly. Mr. Parker shook his head.