"Keep it on view another day or two," ordered Kennedy. "Advertise
it, but in a quiet way. We don't want too many people interested.
I'll see you in the morning at the store--early."
"I think I'll just run back to Glenclair again to-night," remarked
Kennedy as he hung up the receiver. "You needn't bother about
coming, Walter. I want to see Dr. Guthrie a moment. You remember
him? We met him to-day at the country club, a kindly looking,
middle-aged fellow?"
I would willingly have gone back with him, but I felt that I could
be of no particular use. While he was gone I pondered a good deal
over the situation. Twice, at least, previously some one had
pilfered jewellery from stores, leaving in its place worthless
imitations. Twice the evidence had been so conflicting that no one
could judge of its value. What reason, I asked myself, was there
to suppose that it would be different now? No shoplifter in her
senses was likely to lift the great Kimberley Queen gem with the
eagle eyes of clerks and detectives on her, even if she did not
discover that it was only a paste jewel.
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