“There seems a whole lot you young ladies haven’t thought of,” he said sourly. Miss Cartwright rose from her seat without haste. “Come, Amy,” she commanded. “We can’t wait any longer and we are not needed.” As they turned toward the door the telephone bell rang and Taylor stayed them with a gesture. “Just one moment, please, Miss Cartwright.” The girls watching him saw that the news was pleasant for he chuckled as he hung up the receiver. Then he rose from his seat and came to where he stood between them and the door. “Miss Cartwright,” he cried, “when you didn’t know what town in Canada your maid was, I felt you were lying. Now I know you were. I just had my assistant telephone to your mother.” He pointed an accusing finger at them. “You never had a maid named Garnier, and the last one you had--over a year ago--was called Susan. You put the blame on a woman who doesn’t exist, and you did it to shield the real thief.” He touched the crouching Amy on the shoulder. “This is the real thief!” “She isn’t, she isn’t!” Ethel cried. But Taylor paid no attention to her. He concentrated his gaze on the younger girl. “You swindled the company,” he affirmed. “No, no,” she wailed, “I didn’t.” Ethel came to her rescue. “How dare you,” she cried to Taylor, “make such an accusation when you have no proof, nor anyone else either?” “That’s all very well,” Taylor exclaimed, “but when we get the proof--” “You can’t, because there isn’t any,” she asserted. “Of course I see your game,” the man said; “you’re just trying to protect your sister. That’s natural enough, but it will go easier with both of you if you’ll tell the truth.” The two girls answered him never a word. Amy was too frightened and Ethel, her tactics unavailing, found her best defense in silence. “So you won’t answer?” Taylor said after a pause. “Well, of course the stuff is pawned some place. That’s what they all do. So far, Bronson has only searched the pawn-shops in New York. He didn’t give you credit for pawning them outside the city, but I do. Now we’ll see where your sister did go.” He went to the telephone again. “Hello, Bill,” he said when he had secured the number, “Go over to Bronson at the New York and get a description of the jewels reported stolen from a Miss Ethel Cartwright. Have all the pawn-shops searched in Trenton,”--he fastened his harsh look on Amy Cartwright as he called out the names,--“Boston, Washington, Providence, Baltimore, Albany, Philadelphia--” [Illustration: HE TURNED TO AMY. “YOUNG WOMAN, YOU’RE UNDER ARREST.” _Page 105_.] As he called out the last city the girl gave a gasp of terror, and triumph instantly lighted up her inquisitor’s grim face. “So you pawned them in Philadelphia?” he cried. “No, no!” she moaned. “I did it,” Ethel Cartwright exclaimed. “No, you didn’t,” Taylor said sharply. “You’re only trying to save her. You can’t deceive me.” He turned to Amy, “Young woman, you’re under arrest.”