“Friday, the thirteenth!” said Patsy with a grimace.  “I hope Ajo isn’t superstitious.”

“That combination proves lucky for some people,” replied Arthur, laughing.  “Let us hope that Jones is one of them.”

“Of course we shall all go to see what happens,” said Beth, and to this there was no dissenting voice.

Maud obtained a letter from Jones to Captain Carg, asking him to be on hand, and this she dispatched by a safe messenger to the yacht Arabella.  She also told Goldstein to have his operator in attendance with the film.  Finally, a conference was called that evening with Mr. Colby, at which the complete program of defense was carefully rehearsed.

“Really,” said the lawyer, “there’s nothing to this case.  It’s a regular walkaway, believe me!  I’m almost ashamed to take Mr. Jones’ money for conducting a case that Miss Stanton has all cut and dried for me.  I’ll not receive one half the credit I should had the thing been complicated, or difficult.  However, I’ve learned so much about pearls that I’m almost tempted to go into the jewelry business.”

Friday morning was bright and cool—­one of those perfect days for which Southern California is famous.  Judge Wilton appeared in court with a tranquil expression upon his face that proved he was in a contented mood.  All conditions augured well for the prisoner.

The prosecution was represented by two well known attorneys who had brought a dozen witnesses to support their charge, among them being the Austrian consul.  The case opened with the statement that the prisoner, Jackson Dowd Andrews, alias A. Jones, while a guest at the villa of the Countess Ahmberg, near Vienna, had stolen from his hostess a valuable collection of pearls, which he had secretly brought to America.  Some of the stolen booty the prisoner had disposed of, it was asserted; a part had been found in his possession at the time of his arrest; some of the pearls had been mounted by Brock & Co., the Los Angeles jewelers, at his request, and by him presented to several acquaintances he had recently made but who were innocent of any knowledge of his past history or his misdeeds.  Therefore the prosecution demanded that the prisoner be kept in custody until the arrival of extradition papers, which were already on the way, and that on the arrival of these papers Andrews should be turned over to Le Drieux, a representative of the Vienna police, and by him taken to Austria, the scene of his crime, for trial and punishment.

The judge followed the charge of the prosecution rather indifferently, being already familiar with it.  Then he asked if there was any defense.

Colby took the floor.  He denied that the prisoner was Jackson Dowd Andrews, or that he had ever been in Vienna.  It was a case of mistaken identity.  His client’s liberty had been outraged by the stupid blunders of the prosecution.  He demanded the immediate release of the prisoner.