In the other coat pocket was an old handkerchief. One corner had been tied into a knot to hold several small objects. “What’s this?” commented the policeman, untying the handkerchief. The cloth contained four dark-colored pellets. “Our fertilizer!” exclaimed Vevi. “Well, what do you know! She was after our fertilizer, not the tulip bulbs!” Carefully the policeman examined the pellets. He rolled them between his fingers. “You see, they are nothing!” said Mrs. Gabriel. “Now will you let me go? I’ve had quite enough of Rosedale and Brownie Scouts. I assure you I’ll leave town promptly and not come back.” Before the officers could decide what to do, a car pulled up at the curb. “There’s Peter!” exclaimed Miss Mohr in relief. The nurseryman leaped out of his car and came over to the flower bed. Miss Mohr told him what had happened before his arrival. The policeman showed him the pellets taken from Mrs. Gabriel. “Just as I thought!” Mr. Van Der Lann exclaimed. “These pellets are uncut commercial diamonds. They were smuggled to this country from Holland in a shipment of imported tulip bulbs.” “Then we planted diamonds, thinking it was fertilizer!” gasped Jane. Mr. Van Der Lann’s disclosure amazed everyone except Miss Mohr. She was not surprised because the nurseryman earlier had told her of his suspicion that Mrs. Gabriel was not an honest person. Now that Mr. Van Der Lann had revealed that the pellets were uncut diamonds, the Brownie Scouts became highly excited. Vevi was especially so, for she knew that Mrs. Gabriel had not had time to dig up all of the stones. “Almost every tulip bulb has a pellet with it,” she revealed. “Why, this old flower bed is full of diamonds!” “I’m going to dig them up!” cried Jane, reaching for Mrs. Gabriel’s trowel. The police, however, would not permit any of the children or the adults to touch the flower bed. They said they would assign men to sift the earth and make certain that every uncut stone was recovered. Mrs. Gabriel realized by this time that it was useless to deny her guilt. “All right, I did smuggle the diamonds in with a shipment of bulbs,” she acknowledged. “I wasn’t alone in the deal though. If you arrest me, how about the Mattox couple?” “We’ll take care of them, never fear,” the policeman assured her. Mrs. Gabriel was taken away to the police station and other men came to sift the flower bed soil. All the Brownies, Mr. Van Der Lann, the librarian and Miss Gordon stood by, watching the work. Soon a fairly large crowd gathered. “So Mr. and Mrs. Mattox are mixed up in this smuggling affair,” remarked a businessman who paused to observe. “Well, that will finish the flower show.” “How do you mean?” inquired Miss Gordon. “The Mattox couple contributed heavily for the affair. If they are arrested, they will not pay their assessment. Mr. Piff may as well call it quits.”