Jack heard him and was stunned. He stood motionless and speechless, as the girl, as though unconscious of the scrutiny, hailed a taxi-cab and was driven away. “Now what the dickens was she doing there?” said Parr. “A crook and a companion of crooks,” repeated Jack mechanically. “Good God! Where are you going?” he asked quickly, as the inspector took a step into the roadway. “I intend discovering what she has been doing in the pawnbroker’s,” said the stolid Parr. “She may have gone there because she was short of money. It is no crime to be short of money.” Jack realised the feebleness of his defence even as he spoke. Thalia Drummond a thief! It was incredible, impossible! And yet he followed unresistingly the detective as he crossed the road; followed him down the dark passage to the loaning department, and was present in the manager’s room when an assistant brought in the article which the girl had pledged. It was a small golden figure of Buddha. “I thought it queer,” said the manager, when Parr had made himself known. “She only wanted ten pounds and it is worth a hundred if it’s worth a penny.” “What explanation did she give?” asked Derrick Yale, who had been a silent listener. “She said she was short of money and that her father had a number of these curios, but wanted to pledge them at a price which would allow him to redeem them.” “Did she leave her address? What name did she give?” “Thalia Drummond,” said the assistant, “of 29, Park Gate.” Derrick Yale uttered an exclamation. “Why that’s Froyant’s address, isn’t it?” Too well Jack knew it was the address of the miserly Harvey Froyant, and he remembered with a sinking of heart that Froyant made a hobby of collecting these eastern antiquities. The inspector gave a receipt for the idol and slipped it into his pocket. “We’ll go along and see Mr. Froyant,” he said, and Jack interposed desperately: “For heaven’s sake, don’t let us get this girl into trouble,” he pleaded. “It may have been some sudden temptation--I will make things right, if money can settle the affair.” Derrick Yale was eyeing the young man with a grave, understanding look. “You know Miss Drummond?” Jack nodded. He was too miserable to speak; he felt an absurd desire to run away and hide himself. “It can’t be done,” said Inspector Parr definitely. He was the conventional police officer now. “I’m going along to Froyant’s to discover whether this article was pledged with his approval.” “Then you’ll go by yourself,” said Jack wrathfully. He could not contemplate being a witness of the girl’s humiliation. It was monstrous. It was beastly of Parr, he said to Yale when they were alone. “The girl would not commit so mean a theft, the stupid, blundering fool! I wish to heaven I had never called his attention to her.”