dhesive side, dropped it from the tweezers to his handkerchief, and
pressed it down firmly on the inside of the cover of the jewel case. He
put both cases back in his pockets, and returned to Burton.

"Burton," he said a little sharply, "while I was outside that doorway
there, I heard you beg old Isaac to let you keep the rubies, and three
times already you have asked the same of me. What would you do with them
if I gave them back to you?"

Burton did not reply for a moment--he was gazing at the masked face in a
half-eager, half-doubtful way.

"You--you mean you will give them back!" he burst out finally.

"Answer my question," prompted Jimmie Dale.

"Do with them?" Burton repeated slowly. "Why, I've told you. They'd go
back to Mr. Maddon--I'd take them back."

"Would you?" Jimmie Dale's voice was quizzical.

A puzzled expression came to Burton's face.

"I don't know what you mean by that," he said. "Of course, I would!"

"How?" asked Jimmie Dale. "Do you know the combination of Mr. Maddon's
safe?"

"No," said Burton

"And the safe would be locked, wouldn't it?"

"Yes."

"Quite so," said Jimmie Dale musingly. "Then, granted that Mr. Maddon
has not already discovered the theft, how would you replace the stones
before he does discover it? And if he already knows that they are gone,
how would you get them back into his hands?"

"Yes, I know," Burton answered a little listlessly. "I've thought of
that. There's only one way--to take them back to him myself, and make a
clean breast of it, and--" He hesitated.

"And tell him you stole them," supplied Jimmie Dale.

Burton nodded his head. "Yes," he said.

"And then?" prodded Jimmie Dale. "What will Maddon do? From what I've
heard of him, he's not a man to trifle with, nor a man to take an overly
complacent view of things--not the man whose philosophy is 'all's well
that ends well.'"

"What does it matter?" Burton's voice was low. "It isn't that so much.
I'm ready for that. It's the fact that he trusted me implicitly, and
I--well, I played the fool, or I'd never have got into a mess like
this."

For an instant Jimmie Dale looked at the other searchingly, and then,
smiling strangely, he shook his head.

"There's a better way than that, Burton," he said quietly.

"I think, as I said before, you've had a lesson to-night that will last
you all your life. I'm going to give you another chance--with Maddon.
Here are the stones." He reached into his pocket and