'You hand over those pieces of paper which you're always flicking in my face, and you're at liberty to go through that door, and down the stairs, and neither the Flyman nor I will ever breathe a word about your having been connected with the evening's entertainment.' 'Do you take me for a fool? You've robbed me on your own account already, and now you want to jockey me into robbing myself. Don't talk to me like that!' 'No, I won't talk to you like that; I'll talk to you like this. What there'll be to pay for this evening's proceedings I don't know; but you'll pay your share, whatever it is. This is a game of share and share alike, and of in for a penny in for a pound. The Flyman and I are going to see this through. I'm going to have the ruby before I leave, I tell you that; and you're going to be in with us right along.' 'Burton, you're a villain!' 'Cox, you're a scoundrel! Any use our saying pretty things to each other, you renegade Jew?' Mr Cox was wiping his forehead with his pocket-handkerchief, as if he felt the heat. 'I will not be spoken to like that, as if I were--as if I were a man of your own type. Where--where have those women gone?' 'The room on the other side that door is the dining-room; beyond is Casata's room. That's where they've gone.' 'Then--then they've found her?' 'Oh, yes, they've found her; not a doubt of it. They've found a good many other things as well.' His tone evidently struck Mr Cox as being disagreeably significant. 'For goodness' sake, Burton, let's go. You are so rash, don't let's make bad worse. Let's go while we have a chance, and before anything very serious has happened.' 'Something serious has happened.' 'What do you mean?' 'What I say.' 'You don't mean--' 'Oh, cut it! Flyman, Cox is too fond of cackle. We're losing valuable time, my child. You stay where you are, and keep an eye on things, while Cox and I find my uncle's ruby.' The Flyman proposed an amendment. 'Excuse me, Mr Burton, but, if you don't mind, we'll have it the other way about. You stay here, and Mr Cox and I will find the ruby.' Mr Burton laughed. 'Flyman, Doubt was your sire, out of Suspicion. Still think I want to do you?' 'Sure.' The Flyman drew his finger across his lips. 'Mr Burton, you're cleverer than most, and a lot cleverer than me. If you once got that there stone between your fingers, I might whistle for my thousand, and keep on whistling. Besides, I am handier than you at looking for a thing like that.' 'Then show your handiness; only look alive about it. We can't expect to continue in the enjoyment of these charming rooms for ever.' 'Where shall I start looking?' 'There you are, displaying your handiness from the very beginning. How am I to know? I'm not informed as to where she keeps her gewgaws. I believe that the pretty lady's sleeping-chamber is on the other side of that door; look, there.' The Flyman looked in the direction referred to. 'Hold hard; take Cox with you.'