was stolen from you while it was temporarily in your possession, and
you don't like to let your friend know, for fear she may suspect you.
Such things have happened. Did you ever read de Maupassant's 'Diamond
Necklace?'"

"I never did."

"I'd advise you to. Also Walton."

"Is he a jeweler?"

"Lord, no! But I beg your pardon. Let us keep to the subject. So you
don't dare tell your friend the diamond cross is gone?"

"Oh, yes, she knows it."

"Then why the worry, except about getting it back?"

"Well, there are complications. You see her husband--"

"Oh, ho!"

There was a world of meaning in that exclamation. Aaron Grafton turned
a deep red and bit his lips. Colonel Ashley saw his annoyance.

"Look here!" exclaimed the old detective. "I really shouldn't have
said that. But we detectives are used to all sorts of complications,
and, more than once, they have to do with women. Often enough there is
nothing more serious than a little indiscretion, but I can see where
outsiders might make trouble--particularly _husbands_. I take it then
that you and the lady were out together without her husband knowing it."

"I _hope_ he doesn't know of it, for though, on my honor, there was
nothing wrong in our being together, it might be hard to make _him_
believe that."

"I quite agree with you--particularly if he were jealous, as many
husbands are. So you want me to try to get this diamond cross,
belonging to the married lady, back for you without her husband knowing
anything about it?"

"That's it!"

"Where were you when you were robbed of it?"

"I wasn't robbed of it. I never said I was."

"Oh, I beg your pardon, I must have inferred that. Please go on, and,
if you don't mind my asking you, kindly get to the point."

"I beg your pardon. Perhaps I am beating about the bush. Well, I'll
be as frank as I can. Do you want me to give names?"

"It would be better, since I already know yours. I shall keep them in
strict confidence, however, now that I am fairly well assured there is
no ulterior motive in your visit to me. Proceed."

"Well, then, the diamond cross, which is worth I don't know how many
thousand dollars, belongs to Mrs. Cynthia Larch, the wife of Langford
Larch, who keeps a large hotel in--"

"Colchester! I know the place. Go on!" interrupted Colonel Ashley.
"I have stopped there on fishing trips," he added, as his caller looked
a bit surprised.

"Oh, I didn't know that. Well, t