hand.

"Just a moment, Miss Norman. What's the game?" he asked of Ling Foo.

Ling Foo silently cursed all this meddler's ancestors from Noah down, but
his face expressed only mild bewilderment.

"Game?"

"Yes. Why didn't you offer some other bits of jade? This string is worth
two or three hundred gold; and this is patently a string of glass beads,
handsomely cut, but nevertheless plain glass. What's the idea?"

"But I have explained!" protested Ling Foo. "The string is not mine. I
have in honour to return it."

"Yes, yes! That's all very well. You could have told this lady that and
offered to return her money. But a jade necklace like this one! No, Miss
Norman; my advice is to keep the beads until we learn what's going on."

"But to let that jade go!" she wailed comically.

"The lady may keep the jade until to-morrow. She may have the night to
decide. This is no hurry."

Ling Foo saw that he had been witless indeed. The thought of raising the
bid of five hundred gold to a thousand or more had bemused him, blunted
his ordinary cunning.

Inwardly he cursed his stupidity. But the appearance of a witness to the
transaction had set him off his balance. The officer had spoken shrewdly.
The young woman would have returned the beads in exchange for the sum she
had paid for them, and she would never have suspected--nor the officer,
either--that the beads possessed unknown value. Still, the innocent
covetousness, plainly visible in her eyes, told him that the game was not
entirely played out; there was yet a dim chance. Alone, without the
officer to sway her, she might be made to yield.

"The lady may wear the beads to-night if she wishes. I will return for
them in the morning."

"But this does not explain the glass beads," said the captain.

"I will bring the real owner with me in the morning," volunteered Ling
Foo. "He sets a high value on them through sentiment. Perhaps I was
hasty."

Dennison studied the glass beads. Perhaps his suspicions were not on any
too solid ground. Yet a string of jade beads like that in exchange!
Something was in the air.

"Well," said he, smiling at the appeal in the girl's eyes, "I don't
suppose there will be any harm in keeping them overnight. We'll have a
chance to talk it over."

Ling Foo's plan of attack matured suddenly. He would call near midnight.
He would somehow manage to get to her door. She would probably hand him
the glass beads without a word of argument. Then he w