The lady stepped into the store and said: "I will bolt this door from the inside, and I want you to follow my husband and that woman. See if they are at supper, and if they are, when they start back, you must come back to this room and let me know by tapping thrice on the door. After I listen to their conversation long enough I will unbolt the door, and we will confront the guilty pair together. I may need you to protect me, for I do not know what they might attempt to do to me." * * * * * The detective made his way softly out and followed the jeweler and the woman. He soon discovered that they had taken a private room in a little out of the way restaurant and had ordered supper. He lingered about until they came out and then hurried back to the store, and entering the back room, tapped three times on the door. In a few minutes the jeweler entered with the woman and the detective saw the light shine more brightly through a crack in the door. He could hear the man and woman conversing familiarly and constantly, but could not distinguish their words. He slipped around again to the street, and looking through the window, could see Mr. R---- working away at his jeweler's bench, while the black-haired woman sat close to his side and talked. "I'll give them a little time," thought Mr. Keeling, and he strolled down the street. The policeman was standing on the corner. The detective told him that Mrs. R---- was concealed in the store, and that the scheme was working nicely. "I'll drop back behind now," said Mr. Keeling, "so as to be ready when the lady springs her trap." The policeman walked back with him, and took a look through the window. "They seem to have made up all right," said he. "Where's the other woman gotten to?" "Why, there she is sitting by him," said the detective. "I'm talking about the girl R---- had out to supper." "So am I," said the detective. "You seem to be mixed up," said the policeman. "Do you know that lady with R----?" "That's the woman he was out with." "That's R----'s wife," said the policeman. "I've known her for fifteen years." "Then, who--?" gasped the detective, "Lord A'mighty, then who's under the table?" Mr. Keeling began to kick at the door of the store. Mr. R---- came forward and opened it. The policeman and the detective entered. "Look under that table, quick," yelled the detective. The policeman raised the cover and dragged out a blade dress, a black veil and a woman's wig of black hair. "Is this lady your w-w-wife?" asked Mr. Keeling excitedly, pointing out the dark-eyed young woman, who was regarding them in great surprise. "Certainly," said the jeweler. "Now what the thunder are you looking under my tables and kicking down my door for, if you please?" "Look in your show cases," said the policeman, who began to size up the situation. * * * * * The diamond rings and watches that were missing amounted to $800, and the next day the detective settled the bill.