"I have taken care of her," responded Kennedy laconically. "She is
already under arrest. Would you like to see why?"
A moment later we had all piled into Dr. Guthrie's car, standing
at the door.
At the cosy little Grayson villa we found two large eyed
detectives and a very angry woman waiting impatiently. Heaped up
on a table in the living room was a store of loot that readily
accounted for the ocular peculiarity of the detectives.
The jumble on the table contained a most magnificent collection of
diamonds, sapphires, ropes of pearls, emeralds, statuettes, and
bronze and ivory antiques, books in rare bindings, and other
baubles which wealth alone can command. It dazzled our eyes as we
made a mental inventory of the heap. Yet it was a most
miscellaneous collection. Beside a pearl collar with a diamond
clasp were a pair of plain leather slippers and a pair of silk
stockings. Things of value and things of no value were mixed as if
by a lunatic. A beautiful neck ornament of carved coral lay near a
half-dozen common linen handkerchiefs.
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