“we haven’t. It would be idiotic to call in the police and then find that the silly thing had rolled under the fireplace, or something like that.”
“Oh!” said Tommy. “Then the jewel may only be lost after all?”
Miss Kingston Bruce shrugged her shoulders.
“People make such a fuss about things,” she murmured.
Tommy cleared his throat.
“Of course,” he said doubtfully. “I am extremely busy just now—”
“I quite understand,” said the girl rising to her feet. There was a quick gleam of satisfaction in her eyes which Tuppence, for one, did not miss.
“Nevertheless,” continued Tommy, “I think I can manage to run down to Wimbledon. Will you give me the address, please?”
“The Laurels, Edgeworth Road.”
“Make a note of it,