Bernice opened the door and started in. Then she shrank back, and said to the girl: “You go, Nancy, and see if there is a light in Anton’s room.” The girl returned presently, and said that there was a light there. “Then you remain here,” said Bernice, “and I’ll go and see him. Don’t you stir until I return. Oh, what shall I do?” Nick heard the girl sobbing convulsively for a moment after she was left alone. He waited no longer. He advanced to where the girl stood, lamp in hand, and said: “Go and awake your mistress and ask her to come to the parlor.” “But I was told to remain here,” said the loyal servant. “Bernice will be down in a moment,” said Nick. As he spoke, the door of Anton’s room opened, and the young man and the maid looked out. “What’s wanted?” asked Anton. “You are wanted in the parlor, both of you,” replied Nick. “Go on, little girl, and tell your mistress to come.” “What does this mean?” asked Bernice. “Come to the parlor and find out,” replied Nick, stepping to the door of the room occupied by Charley and knocking on the panels. “Wake up, Charley,” he cried, “and come to the parlor. Your diamonds have been found. Oh, you are dressed!” added Nick, opening the door. “I thought you went to bed to get some sleep!” “Sleep!” cried the young man; “I have been watching that door all night!” He pointed to Anton’s door. “You have?” cried Anton. “Why should you watch my door?” “Never mind that,” said Nick. “The truth is out, and the story will be told in the parlor. You watched the wrong door, Charley.” A few moments later an interesting group assembled in the great parlor of the Maynard country house. Mrs. Maynard, Bernice, the small servant girl, Charley Maynard, and Anton, with the detective, constituted the party. Bernice was deadly pale. Her eyes glared strangely about the room, and her hands trembled violently. Anton took a chair at her side, and seemed anxious to restore her self-command. Mrs. Maynard looked with averted eyes at the couple. Charley was cool, as usual, but his eyes were fixed reprovingly on the maid. “You stated that the diamonds had been found,” he said, turning to Nick. “I have suspected all along that they never left the house.” “Is that the reason why you watched Anton’s door to-night?” asked Nick. “It is,” was the reply. Anton sprang excitedly to his feet. “Remain quiet,” said Nick. “There is no need of temper here.” “The coward!” cried Anton. “To insult me here in the presence of my mother!” “You were wrong in supposing that the diamonds were in the house,” said Nick to Charley. “They were removed by two burglars last night, and are now in New York.” “Have the burglars been caught?” asked Anton eagerly. “They have,” was the reply. “And have confessed?” asked Charley. Anton sank back in his chair. “I don’t believe it,” declared Bernice. “Where are the diamonds located?” asked Charley. Nick opened his pocketbook and took out a key to which was attached a brass tag.