"

The Vice-Consul fingered his chin.

Then he picked up the jewels.

"Perhaps," he said slowly, "perhaps she knew where they came from."

"Where was that?" said Daphne.

The Vice-Consul frowned.

"When I last saw them," he said, "they were in the Royal Treasury."

* * * * *

At half-past ten the next morning I was walking upon the golf links of
St. Jean-de-Luz.

I was not there of choice.

Two very eminent detectives--one French and one Spanish--were upon
either side of me.

We were close to the seventh green, when the Frenchman touched me upon
the arm.

"Look, sir," he said, pointing. "There is a golf party coming. They
are making, no doubt, for this spot. When they arrive, pray approach
and look at them. If you should recognise anyone, I beg that you will
take off your hat."

He bowed, and a moment later I was alone.

I sat down on the turf and took out a cigarette....

With a plop, a golf ball alighted upon the green, trickled a few feet,
and stopped a yard from the hole. Presently, another followed it,
rolled across the turf, and struggled into the rough.

I got upon my feet and strolled towards the green....

It was a mixed foursome.

In a cherry-coloured jumper and a white skirt, Eulalie looked prettier
than ever.

She saw me at once, of course, but she took no notice.

Her companions glanced at me curiously.

Putter in hand, Eulalie walked to her ball--the far one--and turned her
back to me. After a little consideration, she holed out.

It was a match shot, and her companions applauded vigorously.

Eulalie just smiled.

"I'm always better," she said, "when I've something at stake."

"And what," said her partner, a large blue-eyed Englishman with a grey
moustache, "have you got at stake this time?"

Eulalie laughed mischievously.

"If I told you," she said, "you wouldn't believe me."

Light-heartedly enough, they passed to the eighth tee.

I watched them go thoughtfully.

When the detectives came up--

"I didn't take off my hat," I explained, "because I wasn't sure. But
I'm almost certain that somewhere before I've seen that great big
fellow with the grey moustache."

My companions were not interested.

CHAPTER IX

HOW JONAH TOOK OFF HIS COAT, AND BERRY FLIRTED WITH FORTUNE FOR ALL HE
WAS WORTH

"My dear," said Berry, "be reasonable."

"With pleasure," said Daphne. "But I'm not going to let you off."

Her husband frowned up