e in early to see about that," Lydia interrupted
again. "They can do it this afternoon, and you don't need to worry about
the expense. I've got money enough of my own to pay my girl's funeral
expenses."

"Good!" Sanderson applauded. "The will shall be probated as soon as
possible, of course, but it makes it simpler if you will pay the
necessary expenses now."

"Just a minute, chief," Dundee halted the district attorney as he was
about to leave. "Under the circumstances, I think it highly advisable
that we get pictures of the burial dress. I suggest you have Lydia bring
the things to your office before she lays out the body, and that
Carraway photograph the dress there, from all angles. I should also like
to have a picture of the body after Lydia has finished her services."

The maid's scarred face flushed a deep, angry red, but she offered no
protest when the district attorney accepted both of Dundee's
suggestions.

"Then you'll have Carraway with his camera at my office in about an
hour?" Sanderson turned to Captain Strawn. "Let's say twelve o'clock. By
the way, Lydia, you may bring in with you the few pieces of jewelry you
mentioned. I'll keep them safely in my offices until the will is
probated and they are turned over to you."

"I don't know where she kept them," Lydia answered.

"_What?_" exclaimed Bonnie Dundee.

"I said I don't know where she kept her jewelry," Lydia Carr retorted.
"It wasn't worth much--not a hundred dollars altogether, I'll be bound,
because Nita sold her last diamond not a week before we left New York.
She owed so many bills then that the money she got for directing that
play at the Forsyte School hardly made a dent on them."

"Do you know whether the jewelry was kept in the house or in a safe
deposit box?" Dundee asked, excitement sharpening his voice.

"It must have been in the house, because she wore the different pieces
any time she pleased," the maid answered. "I didn't ask no questions,
and I didn't happen to see her get it out or put it away. I didn't ever
do much lady's-maid work for her, like dressing her or fixing her
hair--just kept her clothes and the house in order, and did what little
cooking there was to do--"

"Her dressing-table?" Dundee prodded. "Her desk?"

The maid shook her head. "I was always straightening up the drawers in
both her dressing-table and her desk, and she didn't keep the jewelry in
either one of them places."

"Captain Strawn, when you searche