"Mr. Kernaby," he gasped, "for Heaven's sake help me to find Inspector Carlisle! I have been robbed!"
"Find the inspector, and come to my rooms. I am nearly mad!"
Daphne Collis, who had seen me enter, joined us at this moment, and, overhearing the latter part of Chundermeyer's speech:
"Oh, whatever is the matter?" she whispered.
As for Chundermeyer the effect upon him of her sudden appearance was positively magical. He stared through his veil as though her charming figure had been that of some hideous phantom. Then slowly, as if he dreaded to find her intangible, he extended one hand and touched her rope of pearls.
"Ah, heavens!" he gasped. "I am really going mad, or is there a magician amongst us?"
Daphne Collis's blue eyes opened very widely, and the color slowly faded from her cheeks.
"Let us go into this little recess, where there is a good light," mumbled Chundermeyer shakily, "and I will make sure."
The three of us entered the palm-screened alcove, Chundermeyer leading. He stood immediately under a lamp suspended by brass chains from the roof.
"Permit me to examine your pearls for one moment," he said.
Her hands trembling, Daphne Collis took off the costly ornament and placed it in the hands of the greatly perturbed expert. Chundermeyer ran the pearls through his fingers, then lifted the largest of the set towards the light and scrutinized it closely. Suddenly he dropped his arms, and extended the necklace upon one open palm.
"Look for yourself," he said slowly. "It does not require the eyes of an expert."
Daphne Collis snatched the pearls and stared at them dazedly. Her pretty face was now quite colorless.
"This is not my rope of pearls," she said, in a monotonous voice; "it is a very poor imitation!"
"Look at this," groaned Chundermeyer, "as you talk of a poor imitation!"
He was holding out a leather-covered box, plush-lined, and bearing within the words, "Isaacs and Chundermeyer, Madras." Nestling grotesquely amid the blue velvet were six small pieces of coal!
Chundermeyer sank upon the cushions of the settee, tossing the casket upon a little coffee table.
"I am afraid I feel unwell," he said feebly. "Mr. Kernaby, I wonder if you would be so kind as to find Inspector Carlisle, and ask a waiter to bring me some cognac."