"Madam, I hope I see you satisfied?"  
This was Mr. Gryce's greeting as he entered my parlor¹ on that memorable² morning.
 
"Satisfied?" I repeated, rising and facing him with what he afterwards described as a stony³ glare.
 
"Pardon me! I suppose you would have been still more satisfied if we had waited for you to point out the guilty man to us. But you must make some allowances for professional egotism, Miss Butterworth. We really could not allow you to take the initiatory⁵ step in a matter of such importance."
 
"Oh!" was my sole response; but he has since told me that there was a great deal in that oh; so much, that even he was startled by it.
 
"You set to-day for a talk with me," he went on; "probably relying upon what you intended to assure yourself of yesterday. But our discovery at the same time as yourself of the rings in Mr. Van Burnam's office, need not interfere⁶ with your giving us your full[Pg 275] confidence. The work you have done has been excellent, and we are disposed to give you considerable credit for it."
 
"Indeed!"
 
I had no choice but to thus indulge in ejaculations. The communication he had just made was so startling, and his assumption of my complete understanding of and participation⁷ in the discovery he professed⁸ to have made, so puzzling, that I dared not venture beyond these simple exclamations⁹, lest he should see the state of mind into which he had thrown me, and shut up like an oyster¹⁰.
 
"We have kept counsel over what we have found," the wary¹¹ old detective continued, with a smile, which I wish I could imitate, but which unhappily belongs to him alone. "I hope that you, or your maid, I should say, have been equally discreet¹²."
 
My maid!
 
"I see you are touched; but women find it so hard to keep a secret. But it does not matter. To-night the whole town will know that the older and not the younger brother has had these rings in his keeping."
 
"It will be nuts for the papers," I commented; then making an effort, I remarked: "You are a most judicious¹³ man, Mr. Gryce, and must have other reasons than the discovery of these rings for your threatened arrest of a man of such excellent repute as Silas Van Burnam's eldest¹⁴ son. I should like to hear them, Mr. Gryce. I should like to hear them very much."
 
My attempt to seem at ease under these embarrassing conditions must have given a certain sharpness to my tone; for, instead of replying, he remarked, with well simulated concern and a fatherly humoring of my folly[Pg 276] peculiarly exasperating¹⁵ to one of my temperament¹⁶: "You are displeased¹⁷, Miss Butterworth, because we did not let you find the rings."
 
"Perhaps; but we were engaged in an open field. I could not expect the police to stand aside for me."
 
"Exactly! Especially when you have the secret satisfaction of having put the police on the track of these jewels."
 
"How?"
 
"We were simply fortunate in laying our hands on them first. You, or your maid rather, showed us where to look for them."
 
Lena again.
 
I was so dumfounded by this last assertion, I did not attempt to reply. Fortunately, he misinterpreted my silence and the "stony glare" with which it was accompanied.
 
"I know that it must seem to you altogether too bad, to be tripped up at the moment of your anticipated triumph. But if apologies will suffice to express our sense of presumption¹⁸, then I pray you to accept them, Miss Butterworth, both on my own part and on that of the Superintendent¹⁹ of Police."
 
I did not understand in the least what he was talking about, but I recognized the sarcasm²⁰ of his final expression, and had spirit enough to reply:
 
"The subject is too important for any more nonsense. Whereabouts in Franklin Van Burnam's desk were these rings found, and how do you know that his brother did not put them there?"
 
"Your ignorance is refreshing²¹, Miss Butterworth. If you will ask a certain young girl dressed in gray, upon what object connected with Mr. Van Burnam's[Pg 277] desk she laid her hands yesterday morning, you will have an answer to your first question. The second one is still more easily answered. Mr. Howard Van Burnam did not conceal²² the rings in the Duane Street office for the reason that he has not been in that office since his wife was killed. Regarding this fact we are as well advised as yourself. Now you change color, Miss Butterworth. But there is no necessity. For an amateur you have made less trouble and fewer mistakes than were to be expected."
 
Worse and worse! He was patronizing me now, and for results I had done nothing to bring about. I surveyed him in absolute amazement²³. Was he amusing himself with me, or was he himself deceived as to the nature and trend of my late investigations²⁴. This was a question to settle, and at once; and as duplicity had hitherto proved my best weapon in dealing²⁵ with Mr. Gryce, I concluded to resort to it in this emergency. Clearing my brow, I regarded with a more amenable²⁶ air the little Hungarian vase he had taken up on entering the room, and into which he had been talking ever since he thought it worth while to compliment its owner.
 
"I do not wish," said I, "to be published to the world as the discoverer of Franklin Van Burnam's guilt⁴. But I do want credit with the police, if only because one of their number has chosen to look upon my efforts with disdain²⁷. I mean you, Mr. Gryce; so, if you are in earnest"—he smiled at the vase most genially—"I will accept your apologies just so far as you honor me with y............