"There, then, is our proof." The lawyer reflected, with knitted brows.
"I confess I don't quite see your point," said he.
"How much were those stolen pearls worth ?" asked the girl.
"I don't know." "You know they were not worth millions.

Jack Andrews was an adventurer, by Le Drieux's showing; he was a fellow who lived by his wits and generally earned his livelihood by gambling with the scions of wealthy families.

Even had he stolen the Countess' pearls and disposed of the collection at enormous prices--which a thief is usually unable to do--he would still have been utterly unable to purchase a controlling interest in the Continental stock." She spoke with quiet assurance, but her statement roused the group to sudden excitement.
"Hooray!" cried Patsy.

"There's your proof, Mr.Colby." "The logic of genius," commented Uncle John.
"Why, it's proof positive!" said Beth.
"It is certainly a strong argument in favor of the boy's innocence," asserted Arthur Weldon.
"Maud's a wonder when she wakes up.

She ought to have been a 'lady detective,'" remarked Flo, regarding her sister admiringly.
Colby, at first startled, was now also regarding Maud Stanton with open admiration; but there was an odd smile on his lips, a smile of indulgent toleration.
"Le Drieux's statement connects Andrews with two other pearl robberies," he reminded her.