"She's Dorothy Crewe," Jerry told them, and added her father's name and number of his home. "To-night I took her to a dance at the Sparlings'. She had a necklace—here."
Gently he touched her throat where were marks made by him who had snatched at her necklace and torn it away.
"Diamonds and sapphires," Jerry went on and seemed to forget what he said.
A police captain named Mullaney kept at me. "When did she leave Mr. Sparling's?"
"About half-past twelve," I said. "She was going from there to a dance at the Drake hotel given by Mr. Casoway. She never arrived there."
"Go on," said the captain.
Jerry went on. "She left the Sparlings' wearing, besides what she has on, a blue silk cloak and a necklace of diamonds and sapphires on a platinum chain, which her father brought her from Paris."
"Perhaps you've read about it," I put in. "They were supposed to be worth a quarter million."
"I suppose," said Jerry, "they were gone when found her."
"She had on her a quarter million in stones!"
