As he spoke he plunged his fingers into the casket, to pull them back with a little cry of excitement. "Yes, there's something loose down here; hard and shiny it feels. Feel for yourself, Mr. Montelet." But before the young man could make a move, Miss Vaudrot pushed forward. "Oh, m'sieur, let me feel!" she cried, and advanced toward the pedestal. "No, no," said Cleek. "It is not your place, mademoiselle, is it? Come and see for yourself, Mr. Montelet." The young man came forward, his face just a little pale; very slowly, one might say unwillingly, he put out his hand, which was shaking visibly, then turned to Cleek. But, to his colossal surprise, Cleek was not looking either at him or the pedestal. With a light of triumph in his eyes he had stepped back, and all in a moment those who were watching saw a startling thing occur: They saw Cleek swerve to one side, heard a sharp clicking sound of snapping steel as he flung himself upon Miss Laura Gwynne, who had been so intent on watching Hubert Montelet's movements that she was too bewildered to offer resistance. "Got you, my Judas of a woman--got you!" they heard Cleek say as, with a scramble and a snarl, there lay on the floor a biting, clawing, struggling fury, with a pair of handcuffs on her wrists, and her triumphant conqueror kneeling by her. Young Montelet made a dash at him and tore at his detaining arms. His face was transfigured, furious. "What do you mean, you fool?" cried he, angrily. "How dare you lay a finger on this lady! She is my future wife!" "I hope not, Mr. Montelet"--Cleek swung round and looked at him, then was on his feet like a flash--"for you, too, would not live long to enjoy the wealth she has unwillingly endowed you with. No, Miss Gwynne, the pedestal would not have harmed him, for, see, the light is out!" The eyes of all were directed to the little flame lamp, which was now dark. "It was a clever trick of your father's, Mr. Montelet, to utilize electricity as 'the fire that knows no heat, and slays in the dark.' It was still more clever of this young lady to manage to abstract the jewel in such a way as not to be struck by the current. You found it, didn't you, Mr. Narkom?" He turned to the Superintendent, who plunged his hand into his pocket and drew forth a cake of yellow toilet soap in which was embedded a reddish-yellow stone. This he handed over to his ally. Holding it up, Cleek let the light flash through it, till it looked a veritable "eye" of wrath. Young Montelet looked at it with white, haggard face. The awakening had been too much of a shock. "But I don't understand," said he, drearily. "Does it mean that Laura _stole_ the stone?"