"As the Herald's published tomorrow you'll see it in there, doctor--I've supplied an account for this week's issue; just a short one--but I thought you'd like to know.

You've heard of the famous jewel robbery at the Duke's, some years ago?
Yes ?--well, we've found all the whole bundle tonight--buried in Paradise! And how do you think the secret came out ?" "No good at guessing," said Bryce.
"It came out," continued Mitchington, "through a man who, with Braden--Braden, mark you!--got in possession of it--it's a long story--and, with Braden, was going to reveal it to the Duke that very day Braden was killed.

This man waited until this very morning and then told his Grace--his Grace came with him to us this afternoon, and tonight we made a search and found--everything! Buried--there in Paradise! Dug 'em up, doctor!" Bryce showed no great interest.

He took a leisurely sip at his liquor and set down the glass and pulled out his cigarette case.

The two men, watching him narrowly, saw that his fingers were steady as rocks as he struck the match.
"Yes," he said as he threw the match away.