resources are at his disposal. Do I understand that you become a client?"
Bouvier sat a little farther back on his chair and closed his mouth, "A—a—yes," he answered at length, with an effort, moistening his lips as he spoke. "That is why I come."
"Ah, now we shall understand each other," Dorrington replied genially, opening an ink-pot and clearing his blotting-pad. "We're not connected with the police here, or anything of that sort, and except so far as we can help them we leave our client's affairs alone. You wish to be a client, and you wish me to recover your lost diamond. Very well, that is business. The first thing is the usual fee in advance—twenty guineas. Will you write a cheque?"
Bouvier had recovered some of his self-possession, and he hesitated. "It is a large fee," he said.
"Large? Nonsense! It is the sort of fee that might easily be swallowed up in half a day's expenses. And besides—a rich diamond merchant like yourself!"
Bouvier looked up quickly. "Diamond merchant?" he said. "I do not understand. I have lost my diamond—there was but one."
