jeweler. Mace opened it eagerly. Then he gave a jump and uttered a howl that fairly electrified those about him.
"What's this?" he yelled, displaying a piece of jewelry and nearly choking with excitement. "You're all in a scheme! You're all thieves! I'll have you all arrested!" and he flung the bracelet to the farther end of the room.
"What's the matter, uncle Sam?" inquired Gill Mace.
"Matter?" screamed the jeweler, hopping madly from foot to foot. "That isn't my bracelet at all."
"What?" involuntarily exclaimed the startled Frank.
"It's a cheap imitation affair with paste stones in it."
"Is this possible?" inquired Mr. Elliott in surprise.
"Yes, 'tis, and somebody knows it. Don't you crow nor laugh over me, Frank Jordan!" raved Mace.
"We had better not talk about crowing and laughing just now, Mr. Mace," said Frank seriously. "I think I understand about the bracelet, which I believed until this moment to be the one stolen from Tipton."
"Yah! Yes, you did!" derided the jeweler.
