He slipped one arm outside his door to receive it--a neat little bundle, securely tied, with his name written on the wrappings. Sleepily he undid the cord, and took out--an envelope. He was no longer sleepy. He held the envelope open over his bed. Chain Lightning's Collar tumbled, gleaming, upon the white sheet! Also in the package was a note, which Minot read breathlessly. "DEAR MR. MINOT: "I have decided not to go north after all, and am back in the harbor with the _Lileth_. As I expect Trimmer at any moment I have sent George over to Tarragona Island in charge of two sailormen for the day. "Cordially, "MARTIN WALL. "P.S. You dropped the enclosed in the scuffle on the boat last night." CHAPTER XIV JERSEY CITY INTERFERES At ten o'clock that Saturday morning Lord Harrowby was engrossed in the ceremony of breakfast in his rooms. For the occasion he wore an orange and purple dressing-gown with a floral design no botanist could have sanctioned--the sort of dressing-gown that Arnold Bennett, had he seen it, would have made a leading character in a novel. He was cheerful, was Harrowby, and as he glanced through an old copy of the _London Times_ he made strange noises in his throat, under the impression that he was humming a musical comedy chorus. There was a knock, and Harrowby cried: "Come in." Mr. Minot, fresh as the morning and nowhere near so hot, entered. "Feeling pretty satisfied with life, I'll wager," Minot suggested. "My dear chap, gay as--as--a robin," Harrowby replied. "Snatch your last giggle," said Minot. "Have one final laugh, and make it a good one. Then wake up." "Wake up? Why, I am awake--" "Oh, no--you're dreaming on a bed of roses. Listen! Martin Wall didn't go north with the impostor after all. Changed his mind. Look!" And Minot tossed something on the table, just abaft his lordship's eggs. "The devil! Chain Lightning's Collar!" cried Harrowby. "Back to its original storage vault," said Minot. "What is this, Harrowby? A Drury Lane melodrama?" "My word. I can't make it out." "Can't you? Got the necklace back this morning with a note from Martin Wall, saying I dropped it last night in the scrap on the deck of the _Lileth_." "Confound the thing!" sighed Harrowby, staring morosely at the diamonds. "My first impulse," said Minot, "is to hand the necklace back to you and gracefully withdraw. But of course I'm here to look after Jephson's interests--" "Naturally," put in Harrowby quickly. "And let me tell you that should this necklace be found before the wedding, Jephson is practically certain to pay that policy. I think you'd better keep it. They're not likely to search you again. If I took it--dear old chap--they search me every little while." "You didn't steal this, did you?" Minot asked. "Of course not." Harrowby flushed a delicate pink. "It belongs in our family--has for years. Everybody knows that." "Well, what is the trouble?"