"I was," bowed Venner. "I received a note from Señora Cervera this morning, asking me to call upon her at eleven o'clock at her rooms, and to bring with me a diamond pendant which we have in stock, and which I had the pleasure of showing her a few days ago." "Ah, I see." "She stated in her note that if I would call upon her at the hour mentioned, she would decide whether to purchase the pendant, or have us make the diamond cross for her." "You complied with her request, Mr. Venner, and went to call upon her?" "Certainly." "Where is she quartered?" "She rents a furnished house uptown." "Does she live alone?" "With her servants only." "How many?" "She keeps a butler, a male cook, and two housemaids. Also a girl to look after her wardrobe and act as her dresser at the theater." "Evidently Señora Cervera is wealthy," said Nick. "Well, not exactly wealthy," rejoined Venner. "She is the popular craze just now, and from her professional work she derives a very large income which she scatters as if dollars were dead leaves. In a word, Detective Carter, Señora Cervera is an arrant spendthrift." "So I have heard," nodded Nick. "You have?" "Oh, yes!" laughed the detective. "That appears to surprise you. It will not, when I tell you that there are very few public characters in New York of whose general habits I am not tolerably well informed. Of course, Mr. Venner, you have no doubt of this Spanish dancer's honesty?" Nick added, bluntly. Venner flushed deeply, and instantly shook his head. "Most assuredly not," he cried, with some feeling. "Señora Cervera dishonest? Impossible!" "Improbable, Mr. Venner, no doubt; but not impossible." "It is, sir," declared Venner, positively. "I know her well. Such an idea is absurd. Drop it at once, Detective Carter. Indeed, sir, if I thought her name was to be dragged into this affair, or her reputation to be in any way imperiled, I would quietly suffer the loss of these diamonds, and cease this investigation at once." Nick laughed softly, and suppressed the response that, nearly rose to his lips. "Don't do it, Mr. Venner," said he, complacently. "My observation was not intended to cast any reflection upon Señora Cervera. I have no doubt that she is perfectly honest." "I should hope not, sir." "By the way, have you the note she sent to you this morning?" "Yes. Here it is." "By mail, or a messenger?" "A messenger brought it." "Ah!" murmured Nick, briefly studying the written page. "Plainly a foreign hand. Very firm and forceful. It indicates a strong and determined character. I should say that Señora Cervera is a woman of rare qualities." "That is perfectly correct, sir. She is a woman of rare qualities." "What did she decide to do about the diamonds, Mr. Venner?" "She gave me an order for the cross, Detective Carter, to be made and delivered as soon as possible." "This was during your call upon her this morning?" "Certainly."