"I am disappointed in you, Miss Longworth," he said. "You have a great
opportunity. It need not be only a matter of the necklace--"

She held out her hands.

"You mustn't!" she begged. "I am too frightened of my uncle."

Then she turned suddenly and opened the door to the servant, whose
approaching footsteps she had heard.

"Will you please show Mr. Weiss out?" she said. "He is in rather a
hurry."

Mr. Weiss went without a word.



CHAPTER VII


A PROFESSIONAL BURGLAR

There were three men in New York that day, who, although they occupied
their accustomed table, the best in one of its most exclusive clubs, and
although their luncheon was chosen with the usual care, were never
really conscious of what they were eating. Weiss was one, John Bardsley
another, and Higgins, the railway man, the third. They sat in a corner,
from which their conversation could not be overheard; and as often
before when their heads had been close together, people looked across at