"
She looked at me a little curiously. From the first her own demeanor had
been singularly unmoved. During the last few seconds, however, she had
grown paler. She suddenly took my hand and gave it a little squeeze.
"You really are a little more than nice!" she said.
We drove to the police station and Mr. Cullen ushered us at once into a
private room, where an inspector was seated at a table.
"Mr. Hennessey, sir," he began, "I have a charge of theft against this man
and his daughter. I watched them at the opera house to-night. At the
entrance they were both of them hustling Lady Orstline. As you may have
heard, she cried out suddenly that her pearl necklace had been stolen. I
rushed for these two, but by some means or other they got away. I followed
them to Stephano's restaurant and discovered them with the necklace on the
table in front of them; The man Parker was showing it to the other two. He
attempted to conceal it, but I was just in time."
The inspector nodded.
"Very good, Mr. Cullen," he said. "Where is the necklace?"
The detective produced it proudly and laid it upon the table before him.
The inspector dipped his pen in the ink.
"What is your name?" he asked Mr. Parker.
"Joseph H.
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