"Glass," snarled Huntley. "Fine old bottle glass. What do you know about that?" "But really--it can't be--" put in Harrowby. "Well it is," Mr. Huntley glared at him. "The inspector might have known you moth-eaten noblemen ain't got any of the real stuff left." "I won't believe it--" Harrowby began, but caught Minot's eye. "It's true, just the same," Minot said. "By the way, Mr. Huntley, how much is that little ornament worth?" "About nine dollars and twenty-five cents." Mr. Huntley still glared angrily. "Well--you can't take Lord Harrowby back for not declaring that, can you?" "No," snorted Huntley. "But I can go back myself, and I'm going--on that midnight train. Good-by." Minot followed him to the door. "Aren't you going to thank me?" he asked. "You know, I saved you--" "Thank you! Hell!" said Huntley, and disappeared into the dark. When Minot returned he found Harrowby standing facing the Meyricks, and holding the necklace in his hand as though it were a bomb on the point of exploding. "I say, I feel rather low," he was saying, "when I remember that I made you a present of this thing, Cynthia. But on my honor, I didn't know. And I can scarcely believe it now. I know the governor has been financially embarrassed--but I never suspected him of this--the associations were so dear--really--" "It may not have been your father who duplicated Chain Lightning's Collar with a fake," Minot suggested. "My word, old boy, who then?" "You remember," said Minot, addressing the Meyricks, "that the necklace was stolen recently. Well--it was returned to Lord Harrowby under unusual circumstances. At least, this collection of glass was returned. My theory is that the thief had a duplicate made--an old trick." "The very idea," Harrowby cried. "I say, Minot, you are clever. I should never have thought of that." "Thanks," said Minot dryly. He sought to avoid Miss Cynthia Meyrick's eyes. "Er--by the way," said Harrowby, looking at Spencer Meyrick. "There is nothing to prevent the wedding now." The old man shrugged his shoulders. "I leave that to my daughter," he said, and turned away. "Cynthia?" Harrowby pleaded. Miss Meyrick cast a strange look at Minot, standing forlorn before her. And then she smiled--not very happily. "There seems to be no reason for changing our plans," she said slowly. "It would be a great disappointment to--so many people. Good night." Minot followed her to the elevator. "It's as I told you this morning," he said miserably. "I'm just one of the pawns in the hands of the Master of the Show. I can't explain--" "What is there to explain?" the girl asked coldly. "I congratulate you on a highly successful evening." The elevator door banged shut between them. Turning, Minot encountered Aunt Mary. "You clever boy," she cried. "We are all so very grateful to you. You have saved us from a very embarrassing situation." "Please don't mention it," Minot replied, and he meant it.