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CHAPTER IX.
 It was at dinner that Jimmy had his first chance of seeing the rope of pearls which had so the roving fancy of Mullins. Lady Blunt sat almost opposite to him. Her dress was of unrelieved black, and formed a wonderfully effective foil to the . It was not a rope of pearls. It was a collar. Her neck was covered with them. There was something Oriental and barbaric in the overwhelming display of . And this suggestion of the East was emphasized by the wearer's regal carriage. Lady Blunt knew when she looked well. She did not hold herself like one apologizing for venturing to exist.  
Jimmy stared hungrily across the table. The room was empty to him but for that gleaming mass of gems. He breathed softly and quickly through teeth.
 
"Jimmy!" whispered a voice.
 
It seemed remote.
 
A hand shook his elbow gently. He started.
 
"Don't stare like that, please. What is the matter?"
 
Molly, seated at his side, was looking at him wide-eyed. Jimmy smiled with an effort. Every nerve in his body seemed to be .
 
"Sorry," he said. "I'm only hungry. I always look like that at the beginning of a meal."
 
"Well, here comes Keggs with some soup for you. You'd better not waste another moment. You looked awful."
 
"No!"
 
"Like a starved wolf."
 
"You must look after me," said Jimmy, "see that the wolf's properly fed."
 
* * * * *
 
The conversation, becoming general with the fish, was not of a kind to remove from Jimmy's mind the impression made by the sight of the pearls. It turned on crime in general and burglary in particular.
 
Spennie began it.
 
"Oh, I say," he said, "I forgot to tell you, mother. Number Six was burgled the other night."
 
Number Six-a, Easton Square, was the family's London house.
 
"Burgled!"
 
"Well, broken into," said Spennie, gratified to find that he had got the ear of his entire audience. Even Lady Blunt was silent and . "Chap got in through the scullery window about one o'clock, in the morning. It was the night after you dined with me, Pitt."
 
"And what did our Spennie do?" inquired Sir Thomas.
 
"Oh, I—er—I was out at the time," said Spennie. "But something frightened the feller," he went on hurriedly, "and he made a bolt for it without taking anything."
 
Jimmy, looking down the table, became conscious that his host's eye was gloomily upon him. He knew intuitively what was passing in McEachern's mind. The ex-policeman was feeling that his worst suspicions had been confirmed. Jimmy had dined with Spennie—obviously a excuse for spying out the land; and the very next night the house had been burgled. Once more Mr. McEachern congratulated himself on his in engaging the detective from Wragge's Agency. With Jimmy above stairs and Spike Mullins below, that sleuthhound would have his hands full.
 
"Burglary," said Wesson, leaning back and taking advantage of a pause, "is the hobby of the sportsman and the life work of the ."
 
Everybody seemed to have something to say on the subject. One young lady gave it as her opinion that she would not like to find a burglar under her bed. Somebody else had known ............
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