"The colonel expected a contest, but the Stevenses did not make a murmur. It must have been a tremendous disappointment to them, but they bore it with perfect good nature. They didn't seem to feel half so badly about it as my uncle did. If he had had his way, he would have given all the jewels to Miss Stevens. "He said over and over again that he believed it was his aunt's wish that the girl should have them. And I can tell you, there's no man so particular as he is about respecting the wishes of the dead. "Mrs. Pond would have turned over the whole lot to Millie Stevens, I believe, if it hadn't been for her husband. "Mr. Pond isn't a rich man, and he didn't feel that he could afford to yield up a million dollars' worth of property that had been thrown at him in that way. And, to speak plainly, he isn't the sort of man to let go of anything that comes within his reach. "My uncle offered to do the fair thing out of his own pocket, but, as I've said, the Stevenses wouldn't touch his money; and there the case has stood ever since. "The most valuable of the jewels are in the vaults of the Central Safe Deposit Company in this city. Some of the smaller pieces are in Mrs. Pond's possession. She is a woman who likes to wear a lot of jewelry, and, by Jupiter, she can do it now if she likes, for she owns more diamonds than the Astors. "Mr. and Mrs. Pond live in Cleveland. Mrs. Pond, as I've told you, is now visiting her father. You know he bought the old Plummer place on the shore of Hempstead Harbor, Long Island. "She has been with him about two weeks. She has two rooms on the second floor of the house, a sitting-room and a bed-room. The bed-room opens off the hall. It has only one other door, which leads to her sitting-room. "The first robbery occurred on the second day after she had arrived. It was late in the afternoon. "Mrs. Pond had been out riding. When she returned she hurried up to her room to dress for dinner. "She took off some of her jewelry--some rings, pins and that sort of thing--and laid them on the dressing-table. Then she went into her sitting-room. "Remember, I'm telling this just as she told it. How much of it is fact and how much is hysterics I can't say. She was scared half out of her wits by what happened afterward, and may have got mixed up in her narrative. "This is what she told us: When she had been in the sitting-room about a minute she turned toward the bedroom and saw the door slowly shutting. "She was surprised at this, for she had locked the other door of the bed-room, and it did not seem possible for anybody to be in there. "In fact, such a thing did not come into her mind. She supposed that a draught of air was swinging the door. "She hastened toward it, but it closed before she got there. "She turned the knob and tried to open the door, but was unable to do so. It did not seem to resist firmly, as it would if it had been fastened. Instead it gave slightly, as if some person had been holding it.