rang. But I'm just as pleased to see you."

"Yes?"

"Surely! Come in, Detective Carter. You are very, very welcome. I shall
be so glad to renew our brief acquaintance. In fact, Detective Carter, I
am quite charmed to see you."

"You'll not feel so chipper and charmed when you learn my business,"
said Nick to himself, as he entered and followed her to the library.

"Take a chair, Detective Carter, and try to feel perfectly at home,"
laughed Cervera, with bantering vivacity. "You have been here before,
you know."

"Yes, indeed, I know," said Nick, dryly. "The night I had a taste of a
choke pear, at the hands of your faithful guardians."

"Ah! but you shall be better treated this time," smiled Cervera,
dropping into a chair opposite the detective, and fixing her sensuous,
dark eyes on Nick's calm, unreadable face.

"I hope so, senora," he replied. "By the way, what has become of those
two stalwart guardians of your treasures? Do you still retain them in
your employ?"

It was second nature to Nick to feel his way in this crafty fashion, yet
he did not really expect any resistance in arresting Cervera, who now
laughed and shook her head, replying:

"No, I have let them go."

"That so?"

"I have no use for them at present."

"Why is that?"

"My engagement at the theater has closed, and I seldom have occasion to
wear my diamonds. I have placed them all in a safe deposit vault."

"Ah! I see."

"So I have no need for my guardians, Detective Carter, with only myself
here. Nobody would want me personally, you know," she added, with a bold
laugh.

Nick's firm lips drew a little closer.

"On the contrary," said he, pointedly, "somebody does, want you
personally."

"Oh! is that so?" cried Cervera, as if amused.

"Very much so, senora."

"And who does me the honor, pray?"

"I want you," said Nick, bluntly.

"You, Detective Carter! Why, sir, what an idea! I wouldn't have believed
it of you."

"Yet it is true, nevertheless."

"Well, well," repeated Cervera, with a pretty shrug, "I am really glad
to hear you say so. For what do you want me, Detective Carter?"

Not once had Nick's searching gaze left her brazen countenance, and
despite her outward display of badinage, his steadfast and penetrating
eyes were making her secretly uneasy.

"I want you," said Nick, pointedly, "for that ugly 'Jack-in-the-box'
trick which you perpetrated this afternoon."

Cervera's eyes emitted a single swift, fiery gleam,