actually leap on him and throttle him, retold the story, only being careful to omit all reference as to why he chanced to be visiting Doctor Hampstead's box, and why Doctor Hampstead happened to come into his office so that he might pick up the key, as he did.
"What an odd coincidence!" commented Marien, when the recital was finished. Actually, she was laughing. Rollie's heart went out to her completely. He felt a sting of self-reproach at the harshness of his judgment of her, and was sensible of a new charity growing in his life for all mankind. It was really going to be made easy for him to take "the way up." He felt like singing a little psalm of thanksgiving.
"And the minister has no idea that the diamonds are in his vault?" that mercurial lady inquired, with a chuckle.
"Not the least in the world," assured Rollie, anxious to relieve his benefactor of any slightest odium of indiscretion.
"And when did you say Doctor Hampstead was expected home from San Francisco?"
Miss Dounay had stopped laughing and had an intent look, as if desiring to understand something very clearly.
"Perhaps the last boat to-night—possibly not till to-morrow morning."
"Then there is no way of getting the jewels until to-morrow morning?"
"None at all," confessed Rollie. "But as a matter of fact, they are perfectly safe there—safer than they are in your own apartment."
"So I should say," Miss Dounay observed dryly, "unless I revise my guest list."
Rollie flushed.
"That was coming to me," he confessed, frowning at himself. "That and much more."
