"You've got it!" I cried, my face on fire, for I caught sight of it
that moment in the stateroom mirror.
Raffles seemed taken aback.
"Not yet," said he; "but I mean to have it before we get to Naples."
"Is it on board?"
"Yes."
"But how--where--who's got it?"
"A little German officer, a whipper-snapper with perpendicular
mustaches."
"I saw him in the smoke-room."
"That's the chap; he's always there. Herr Captain Wilhelm von Heumann,
if you look in the list. Well, he's the special envoy of the emperor,
and he's taking the pearl out with him."
"You found this out in Bremen?"
"No, in Berlin, from a newspaper man I know there. I'm ashamed to tell
you, Bunny, that I went there on purpose!"