"The diamonds?" She looked bewildered.
"The diamonds in the brocade bag. Oh, surely they _are_ still in the
bag?"
"Yes, they are--they will be in the bag," the girl answered, her
charming mouth suddenly resolute, though her eyes were troubled. "You
shall have the diamonds, and the document, too, for that one promise."
"How is it possible that you can give me the document?" I asked, half
suspicious, for that it should come to me after all I had endured
because of it seemed too good to be true; that it should come through
this girl seemed incredible.
"Ivor sent me to find it, and I found it," she said simply. "That was
why I couldn't come to you before. I had to get the document. I didn't
quite know how I was to do it at first, because I had no one to help or
advise me; and Ivor said it was under some flower-pots in a box on the
balcony of the room where the man was murdered. I was sure I wouldn't be
allowed to get into the room itself, so it seemed difficult. But I
thought it all out, and hired a room for the evening in a house next
door, pretending I was a New York journalist. I had to wait until after
dark, and then I climbed across from one balcony to the other.
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