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Craig said nothing, but slowly opened a now crumpled envelope, which contained an untoned print of a photograph. He laid it on the desk. “There is your yeggman – at work,” he said.

We bent over to look. It was a photograph of Maloney in the act of putting something in the little wall safe in Mrs. Branford’s room. In a flash it dawned on me – the quick-shutter camera, the wire connected with the wall safe, Craig’s hint to Maloney that if some of the jewels were found hidden in a likely place in the house, it would furnish the last link in the chain against her, Maloney’s eager acceptance of the suggestion, and his visit to Montclair during which Craig had had hard work to avoid him.

“Pitts Slim, alias Maloney,” added Kennedy, turning to Blake, “your shrewdest private detective, was posing in two characters at once very successfully. He was your trusted agent in possession of the most valuable secrets of your clients, at the same time engineering all the robberies that you thought were fakes, and then working up the evidence incriminating the victims themselves. He got into the Branford house with a skeleton key, and killed the maid. The picture shows him putting this shield-shaped brooch in the safe this afternoon – here’s the brooch. And all this time he was the leader of the most dangerous band of yeggmen in the country.”

“Mrs. Branford,” exclaimed Blake, advancing and bowing most profoundly, “I trust that you understand my awkward position? My apologies cannot be too humble. It will give me great pleasure to hand you a certified check for the missing gems the first thing in the morning.”

Mrs. Branford bit her lip nervously. The return of the pearls did not seem to interest her in the least.

“And I, too, must apologise for the false suspicion I had of you and – and – depend on me, it is already forgotten,” said Kennedy, emphasising the “false” and looking her straight in the eyes.

She read his meaning and a look of relief crossed her face. “Thank you,” she murmured simply, then dropping her eyes she added in a lower tone which no one heard except Craig: “Mr. Kennedy, how can I ever thank you? Another night, and it would have been too late to save me from myself.”