“Think so? I’ll see,” and Pep probed. “I say,” he added with animation, “look here, Randy!” Both boys viewed in amazement the object Pep had extracted from the little chamois bag. It sparkled and dazzled. “Gold!” uttered Randy. “And diamonds!” added Pep with zest. “It’s a necklace. It’s handsome enough to be real, but that can’t be.” “Why not?” challenged Randy. “Oh, it would be worth a small fortune. Who’s going to drop a thing like that in a ten-cent motion picture show?” “We’ll ask Mr. Vincent,” suggested Randy, and Pep slipped their singular find into his pocket. They cleaned up the dust heap, set the rows of chairs in apple pie order and joined the others in the living rooms. “I want to show you something, Mr. Vincent,” said Pep, approaching the ventriloquist, who with Jolly was dispatching supper at the table. “Why,” exclaimed Vincent, as Pep handed him the chamois bag and he held up to the light the necklace it contained, “where in the world did you get this?” “I should say so!” cried Jolly, his eyes fixed upon the shimmering article of jewelry. “Randy swept it up,” explained Pep. “Is it good for anything?” inquired Randy. “Is it!” projected Vincent forcibly. “I should rather say so! Those are genuine diamonds, and the other settings are valuable, too. Not less than a thousand dollars, and maybe five.” Pep gave utterance to an excited whistle. Randy looked bewildered. Frank, busy at his desk going over the contents of the cash box, arose from his chair and like the others became an interested member of the group. “Some lady must have carried it with her and it dropped from her pocket,” he suggested. “It is too late to-night to think of seeking an owner for it.” “Whoever it belongs to will be around looking for it quick enough,” declared Vincent. “I hope there will be some kind of a reward,” said Randy. “If there is, you get it,” observed Pep. “No, we divide,” insisted his loyal chum. “Well, wait till the reward is offered, will you?” laughed Jolly. “I say, Durham, our friend Booth must know of this. He’ll get us a whole column in the newspapers. ‘Exclusive and fashionable audience at the Wonderland. Sensational loss of priceless gems! Found by the proprietors. Consumed with anxiety to locate the owner. Latter appears--prominent society leader. Jewels restored and the Wonderland still running to crowded houses. See the great flood feature films!’ Why, it’s as good as the usual lost jewels for the actress.” Frank took charge of the chamois bag and deposited it in the tin cash box. This he locked up and as usual took it into one of the apartments where he slept. “We shall have to keep special watch over all that valuable stuff until the bank opens Monday morning,” he explained.