The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-03-25
Mir. Cray gazed at his visitor in amaze

 apartment, that you think am mixed up in any way with the Hartopps?"
 MT. Pomfret smiled.
 "We don't need to go into that" he said. "You were with them on the night of the robbery, and you are here staying at the same hotel. I admit that I have no search warrant, but if I might offer you my ad- vice.
 "Search, by all means" Mr. Cray inter- rupted, throwing himself into an easy chair. "When you've finished, I'll tell you yarn about the Hartopps which you can verify for yourself when you get back to town"
 The detective made no reply. He made prompt and methodical search of the whole of MT. Cray's baggage. When he had fin- ished he pointed to cupboard.
 "What is in there?" he inquired.
 ''Some empty bags" was the prompt re- ply. "The door isn't locked.''
 Mr. Pomfret rummaged about for some minutes. Finally he dragged out into the room kit-bag.
 Have you the key to this?" he asked.
 MT. Cray stared at the bag with pug zled frown.
 That's not my bag,' he declared.
 MT. Pomfret's manner became a little more constrained.
 ''There is the same label upon it as on the rest of your luggage" he pointed out, land written in the same handwriting. Also, as you perceive, your initials"
 Mir. Cray rose to his feet and examined it in detail. Finally he handed his keys to the detective.
 'You can try" he said simply, "but I don't believe I have one which fits that bag''
 The surmise was correct. After a few minutes manipulation, however, the de- tective managed to open it with a master key, which he produced from his own pocket. Inside was black tin box ... which MT. Cray stared in ever-increasing astonishment. MT. Pomfret lifted the lid and closed it again almost immediately. A hurried glimpse was quite enough. Tn, box was half-filled with miscellaneous as sortment of jewelry, in the midst of which flashed some very fine diamonds
 Well, I'll be dammedw MT. Cray ex- claimed.
 "Have you any explanation to offer?" the detective asked.
 "None," was the bewildered reply. "The bag isn't mine, and I never saw the jewels before''
 The detective smiled faintly. It was ob- vious, however, that he too was puzzled.
 "Mr. Cray," he confessed, "I'll tell you frankly that I came into this room in the execution of my duty, but without the slightest suspicion that should find here hot T of I ;,,, report to headquarters and reconstruct the case in my mind. In the meantime, don't wish to do anything which might seem dis agreeable. You have a very comfortable room here, with a pleasant balcony where you can take the air. If you will give me your parole not to leave it for "A hours, you shall remain undisturbed."
 "On consideration that you let me send a telegram of my own to Inspector Johns of Scotland Yard," MT. Cray replied q agree"
 q will send off personally any messages with which you may intrust me-" the detec- tive promised.
 He left the room carrying the kit-bag with him. MT. Cray sat down at his writing table and wrote telegram. After lunch con he wrote more telegrams. Somehow or other the day dragged away. On the fol- lowing morning he rose at the usual time, breakfasted and afterward walked restless ly up and down the room, smoking cigar. There had come for him no word or mes sage from MT. Pomfret. Five minutes after the "A hours had elapsed he lett his room and descended on to the terrace. He went at once to the information desk and asked for Mr pomfret