His coat and hat made the young lawyer quite presentable and without another word he followed Mr.Merrick down the stairs and took his seat in the motorcar.

Next moment he was whirling down the street and Uncle John looked after him with a half puzzled expression, as if he wondered whether or not he had blundered in his choice of a lawyer.
A little later he secured a taxicab and drove to the office of the Continental Film Manufacturing Company.

Mr.Goldstein was in his office but sent word that he was too busy to see visitors.

Nevertheless, when Mr.Merrick declared he had been sent by A.Jones, he was promptly admitted to the manager's sanctum.
"Our friend, young Jones," he began, "has just been arrested by a detective." Goldstein's nervous jump fairly raised him off his chair; but in an instant he settled back and shot an eager, interested look at his visitor.
"What for, Mr.Merrick ?" he demanded.
"For stealing valuable pearls from some foreign woman.

A trumped-up charge, of course." Goldstein rubbed the palms of his hands softly together.