THE BRASS BOWL
manufacturers, in whose service he gained the skill that has made him—what he is."
"But,"—Maitland cast about at random, feeling himself cornered,—"may he not have had accomplices?"
"He's no such fool. Unless he has gone mad, he worked alone. I presume you discovered no accomplice?"
"I? The devil, no!"
Snaith smiled mysteriously, then fell thoughtful, pondering.
"You are an enigma," he said, at length. "I can not understand why you refuse us all information, when I consider that the jewels were yours"
"Are mine," Maitland corrected.
"No longer."
"I beg your pardon; I have them."
Snaith shook his head, smiling incredulously. Maitland flushed with annoyance and resentment, then on impulse rose and strode into the adjoining bedroom, returning with a small canvas bag.
"You shall see for yourself," he said, depositing
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